The Complacency Trap

Ahhh, my old friend, I wondered when you'd show up.
The Complacency Trap, yes?

Word to the wise - which in this case means anyone starting out on a Disappearing kick. Weigh-in at the very beginning...and then don't do it again till your next scheduled weigh-in.
No good can come of it, no matter what your Nazi Scales tell you.

If they tell you you haven't lost a scrap, you'll get disheartened.
If on the other hand they tell you you've lost a sudden or surprising amount...why therein lurks The Complacency Trap.

The idea that "See? I only needed to put a couple of days of solid effort in and it's really having a big effect."
That's barely a hair's breadth away from "Look how well I'm doing." And that...that my friends is one footstep away from "I'm doing so well I deserve a treat now. Or a rest. Or something..."

It won't surprise you to learn that since I started on Tuesday I've been weighing-in unofficially every day. Yesterday was pleasing, today was moreso. Plenty of time for it all to go to pot before the official weigh-in. And today I had my first whisperings of "Look how well I'm doing" - The Complacency Trap.

Brushed them aside of course and kicked their rotten faces in, but they are an insidious bunch of whispering gits, so all I'll say is beware. And stop weighing in.

Walked 7.7 miles today - closing in on my first marathon distance! What have I done now, 21, 22 miles in three days. Tomorrow will put me over a marathon's length. Which I must say, really puts a perspective on demented people who run the bloody things, and in a handful of hours too. Generally, based on the last few days, would take me eight solid hours to walk a marathon - except of course it wouldn't, cos 7 miles here and 7 miles there are nothing like the same as 14 consecutive miles.

Anyhow, walked 7.7 miles, and ate this:
Three Weetabix, semi-skimmed milk.
Apple, 1
Decaff coffee, two mugs, large, made with semi-skimmed milk
Chicken and pepper salad - chicken breast, 1, raw red peppers and half cherry tomatoes (had this out at a restaurant and only realised afterwards it's similar to what I've had the past two nights at home!)
Two half-cobs of boiled sweetcorn, one pat of butter each.
So far, holding The Complacency Trap at bay, although I do realise it's just day three, so that's not exactly a great fanfareworthy achievement.
Day four tomorrow, and in a switch-up, am doing the walking early in the day, then going up to Ma's to work. And work. Annnnnnd work some more.

All go, innit?
You deserve a reward now, you know. Impressive, three days on the trot...
Shurrup!