B-P-T

Blood was 5.2 this morning, which was pleasing.

Went back to the gym today for the first time in weeks. Two things to say - Firstly, I'm soooo out of practice. And secondly - OW!

Did my hour of biking tonight too - Nehh, still doing it.

Came downstairs after that. Long story short - our shower's out of bounds, cos the caulking is shot, and we discovered yesterday it leaks through the ceiling. So while waiting for our bath to fill up (cos, y'know, there's nothing like stewing in your own bike-sweat), I came down. d was watching Dynamo: Magician Impossible. I pretty much like his stuff, but he creeps d out and makes her start talking about Nostrodamus and the Devil. Nevertheless, she couldn't stop watching it. I walked in, kinda less...erm...clothed than normal. d looked up.

"Ah, there you are," she said.
"Yeah, me. Not some skinny guy in a T-shirt," I said, grinning, reminding her of a couple of nights ago when I scared the bejeesus out of her by dancing into the room.
"No, I mean there you are," she said. "You've gone from flab to flap again. That's a good step back to where you wanna be."

"Flab to...?"
"Flap...the belly-bit that had sort of...re-filled. It's kinda re-emptied."
"Cool. Now all I need is to go from flaB to flaP to flaT..."
"Everything in time, o impatient one..."

Couple of other things. Pal of mine in the States, Eve, popped up on Facebook today having spotted that I've updated my profile picture.
"You got skinny!" she said.
"Hardly skinny," I said. "Still got about 84 pounds to lose!"
"Trying to lose about 30 pounds myself," she said - which frankly is absurd, but whatever...
"Cool - race ya!" I challenged her. "First one to lose 30 pounds wins...something."

She didn't actually come back to me on that. Hehehe...It's ON!

And while I was bathing, d found an episode of Cake Boss. For those who watch the show, it was the renewal of Buddy and Lisa's vows (which we've been building up to for a while). People have occasionally asked for pictures of how big I was at the start of this experiment.
"That's you!" said d suddenly. Mauro, the Cake Boss's lieutenant, was on our screen, shirtless and hurtling down a water slide. (So if ya wanna know what I looked like, look him up, I guess!)
"I mean, he's taller, so you've got to work with proportion, but yeah, that was you baby...a loooooong time ago!" she said, reassuring me. While it was good to know that I've visibly Disappeared a bit since then, something about the loooooongness of the time ago struck me. We're heading into August, and I'm still almost a stone heavier than I was on the first weigh-in I did this year, back in January. Time to really start pushing now, to get back down there, and then beyond. I seem to have got the willpower back, with the gymming and the biking and the walking at least. The lightest I've reached so far is 14 stone 9. That's 25 pounds away. I have to do my 20 mile walk on 21st September this year. That's a little under eight weeks away. 16 pounds on the traditional two-pounds-a-week scale. So I'm still not going to be at my best when I do the walk, unless there are a few accelerator-pedal weeks in there somewhere. I'm going to set that as a mini-goal - actually, I'm going to tweak that as a mini-goal. I'd like to reach 14 stone 7 by the time I do the walk. - 27 pounds in  8 weeks. That seems radically unhealthy, said like that. But hey, I can dream, can't I?