Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Pick Up Thy Metabolism And Walk

Alrighty, so my damping down of the flames of expectation last night turned out to be unwarranted: Official weigh-in stats this morning are:
17 stone, 13.75

Yes, it's barely a sparrow-fart into the 17s, but it's there, dammit - next challenge is to reach 17 stone 7.5 - my three-stone marker. In headline terms, this means I've now officially broken the two-and-a-half stone barrier, and the 18 stone barrier. As usual, none of this means a damn thing unless you're British, so for my geographically diverse readers - I've now lost 35.75 pounds, or 16.2 kilos. See what I mean? No identifiable boundaries in either of those stats; it's one of the many reasons I'm doing this on British standards - many many more reasons to think I'm special and have a party of self-celebration!

Other news today - the arch-support shoes have arrived. Have yet to take them out of their box, but have permission from d to at least give them a try after work (NB - this sounds like I'm six and she's my mom or something; this is not the case, but I know she'll be worried if I go re-injuring myself, so we talked it out). Talking to the doc and the dietician yesterday, I sort of worked out that having had a week off from any sort of exercise at all (and still losing 4.5 pounds - LOVE this metabolism thing!), then when I start it up again, I could actually drop it down a bit from my previous levels. That way the body still reacts like it's getting a lot of exercise, because it's new again, but it doesn't kill me to do or take forever. And from there we can build up again. In the event that this proves to be the wrong way to go, doubtless I'll be bitching and moaning next week...

So there's something to look forward to, eh?

Something else to look forward to was pointed out to me by my pal and former work colleague, Sue, yesterday. Sue, who for reasons of self-identification, I've pretty much thought of as Gromit for as long as we've known each other, read yesterday's entry, and actually went and did some research for me on the BMI (Body-Mass Index). She came back with the comment that apparently, (at least according to Wikipedia), the borderline between  Morbidly Obese and just ordinary, run-of-the-mill 21st century Obese. Having come down from 45.4 in March to 41.some-odd yesterday, I figured that was something to aspire to. Just checked out the NHS BMI calculator, and it turns out that in my butt-naked state (not something I felt worth sharing with the doctor yesterday), my actual BMI as of today is 40.55. Of course, on the NHS calculator, they don't actually show Morbidly Obese as an option. It just goes Obese...and then the end of the world - and right now of course, my arrow is just a little off that cliff of should-be-deadness. But yeeeeahhh...watch out, Ordinary Obesity, I'm comin' to getcha!

So today, it's a case of picking up my metabolism again, in my new funky shoes, and walking on.

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