"Yeah, that's well known," she said. "Something about the goo that comes out of porridge oats when you cook them bonds with sugars or some-such. It's recommended on the GI Diet (Glucose Index, if that's as new to you as it was to me). So nehh - I'm not mental after all.
Well, not on the porridge thing, anyway.
Had a nice life-affirming moment this morning. My boss has been off for a month (which is the kind of thing bosses can do, apparently. Note to self: REALLY, work for yourself!), so when I walked in this morning he sort of exploded.
"Tony! My God man, where've you gone? That regime of yours is definitely working!"
He must want something - he's probably gonna cancel Christmas or somesuch. If the other shoe drops any time soon, I'll letcha know.
But, on the positive side, his reaction does underline a basic truth about today.
Weigh-in: 17 stone 5.25!!!
That's a loss of 3.75 pounds this week, but more importantly, to Brits anyway, I've smashed the three-stone weightloss barrier. Three stone, 2.25 pounds, actually - which, if you happen to have my kind of brain, means only 11.75 pounds away from the four stone barrier! Or, put another way, four more weeks exactly like this one would put me over four stone. Not that I expect that to happen for a second, but that's the maths for you. On the same principle, two more weeks exactly like this, and I'll be weighing in at 16 stone some-odd, rather than 17 stone some-odd. That'll be pretty cool.
Well Hell, let's take a moment and say THIS is pretty cool. After 2.5 stone, I felt like I'd done the training-wheel section, and 3 stone would be the first proper, grown-up, big-boy marker. So awoohoo for the first proper, grown-up, big-boy marker. I've done a third of the journey in a half of the original allotted time. Feels damn good.
People appear to be queuing up to give me analogues of my progress so far. My mother mentioned this morning that I've now lost the equivalent of 88 packets of butter (in Britain. I can make no comparison for countries that sell butter in sticks). It's not a huge figure, but you could still make a fairly decent model pyramid out of it, and then, in my case, walk away and leave it behind.
Friend of mine this morning likened it to my normal ten-mile nightly bike-ride. This, she said, was the 3.3 mile stage. Another friend always told me it got easier after the first third, which between them, make up an interesting analogy to me at the minute, because currently, I do 3.5 miles on level 10 of the bike's resistance, and the remaining 6.5 on level 8, so that has a certain resonance to me - although it could all too easily lead me to believe that the hard bit is over, which is a dangerous conceit for me.
And while in a meeting this morning, I found myself idly calculating. If a marathon is 26 miles (I'm not quibbling about a couple of hundred yards, frankly), then at the moment, I've done 8.66 miles of it. Only 17.32 miles to go.
That really didn't help, in terms of my day, but it's probably the most realistic analogue I've found so far. Still a long long way to go, but we have at least done eight and two third miles that we'll never have to do again. So, if we've done the one-third stage, the next big marker is the halfway point (13 miles of the marathon, or 4.5 stone of weightloss). This is a cool way for me to think about it, because I'm past the 3 stone point, about a third of a way to the 3.5 stone point, then the 4 stone barrier will be another celebration, leaving me just another half-stone before it's major celebration time and we've gone half way.
Now, back to business. As I've mentioned before, I'm going on holiday. The holiday actually starts this coming Saturday. Up till then, I'll be able to post daily entries as expected. After that comes a week of uncertain net access, though I'll still be writing an entry a day. Will upload them en masse when I can get some wifi signal, and date them accordingly. After that, back to semi-normal service - daily posts will be resumed. BUT - this is my last weigh-in until the 20th of September, on the grounds that weigh-ins have to be done on a consistent set of scales to be official, and I'll be away from those scales until that date. Three Tuesdays from now - even assuming a standard two-pound weightloss per week, I should have said goodbye to 17s by the time we next do this weigh-in lark.
Under no circumstances quote me on that!
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