The Water-Treader

OK, so not bad news exactly. No news, in fact. Zilcho Newsio.
Today's weigh-in had me at exactly the same as las week's - 18st 1.5.

Frankly, happy enough with that, as I had a week of less exercise than I should have, and quite a few big hefty meals.

Back on track now though - did the long-ass uphill walk again today, with similar results reported on the Gestapo Phone - 8.5 miles, 15000 steps, and about 1500 calories burned. Less food - Muesli for breakfast, two large coffees at Costa, two slices of white toast with scrambled egg and beans for lunch (carb and protein there), and for tonight's dinner, a simple jacket potato with a few more beans (beanfest! Boy am I gonna be popular...)

And on we go into what will undoubtedly be a healthier week. Spoke to Rebecca earlier, who's actually now near her first stone mark. She told me that last time she looked, she'd had that extra-special "big-number-change moment" - where your stone counter drops you into a whole new realm and the motivation fire flares.

On my initial calculations, I expected to feel that this week, but clearly, given my commitment level over the last seven days, that wasn't going to happen. Happy enough to go nowhere, and push on down in the week that's coming. To see a 17 again, as I've mentioned, will be my first real Rubicon - in my mind it's a shift of mode, from Fat Bloke Losing, back into proper Disappearing Territory. The excitement of seeing that 17 will make me hunger hugely to see it change again, to find a 16 in my life, and so on going down.

So here's to seeing a 17 before the end of July. And here's to all my fellow Disappearers, and the joy of a big number change.