Tickling The Border

Tuesday, blah, weigh-in, blah.
17 stone 9.25 - WTF?!

Y'see, people are bound to be thinking by now that I deliberately low-ball expectations on a Monday night, just so I can turn up on Tuesday all triumphant and woohooing. I don't. I'm just really that freakin' clueless...

So - a loss of 1.75 pounds on last week. 1.75, not 2. Gotta tell ya, that irks me just a little bit. Yeah, I know, last night I said I'd be happy to just stay stationery, but it's the somehow-slightly-meanness of the thing that is irksome. It's like someone offered you a whole carot, and then when you went ot bite it...
No, wait a second, that analogy only works for rabbits and my mother.

It's like someone offered you a whole eclair, and then when you went to bite it, they drew it back, Lucy-from-Peanuts style, and left you with just half an eclair.

Still, on the hey nonny nonny side, half an eclair is better than a bagfull of carrots. And in my case, 1.75 pounds means I'm, perversley enough, just 1.75 pounds away from the three stone barrier. So steady as she goes, with perhaps a little more ass-kick this week, and I should reach that border before the end of August.

I was just talking to d about that. The end of August will mean I've been doing this mad, mad thing for six whole months now. Half the time I originally alloted for it. And, if I can break the three stone in that time, it'll be a third of the way to my ideal weight. Again, two ways of looking at that - the Woe is me route which says I've only gone a third of the way in a half of the time, or the proof of Stubborn Bastardy concept route, putting beyond reasonable doubt the fact that I can do good work if I put my mind, my will and the sanity of those who love me to it. Definitely choosing the hey nonny nonny path at this point.

Plus of course there's the small detail that I actually started out trying to lose only 7.4 stone (104 pounds - 2 pounds a week over 52 weeks), rather than the 9 stone it would take to get me to my ideal weight. On the original estimates, by the end of the first six months I should of course have lost 52 pounds. If I manage to lose the three stone by then, I'll actually have lost 42 of those pounds - putting me just five weeks behind schedule. And I have a couple of weeks by the sea coming up - lots of walking on soft sand, rather than hard, blister-irritating, city streets. So who knows what might happen?

Definitely, then, a hey nonny nonny kind of day. Notwithstanding, am still Man-Flu'd to buggery, and, as perhaps was inevitable, given she has sinuses made of stinging nettles, it looks increasingly likely that d is now succumbing to this...what I think it would be fair to call...Bastard Lurgi. Time to start passing round the Vicks-bong, I think...