2nd February - The Mile-Pebble

It would be wrong on every conceivable level to call today a milestone.

Weighed about a total of eight times this morning. First time I got on the Nazi Scales, they showed 18st 10. The next four times, they showed 18st 11. Then an 18st 10. Then an 18st 9.75. Then an 18st 10.

On balance, I’m calling it 18st 10 and sticking with it. That means that in the course of two weeks, I’ve lost my first half-stone, or seven pounds. It feels moderately pathetic to realise I’m seven pounds lighter than I was, and yet I’m still 18st 10. What that is is essentially an echo of my history, when I got down another four stone (68 pounds), and vowed never to get up this high again. But still, here we are, and here is seven pounds lighter than where we were two weeks ago.

I’d like to feel good about that, but oddly don’t. Three pounds from now, I’ll feel better, and another seven pounds from there, I’ll feel better still, but this first half-stone doesn’t feel big enough or good enough to be considered a milestone.

A mile-pebble, maybe. OK, fine, let’s do the ‘first seven pounds of mostly water’ mile-pebble dance. And then get back to trying to tighten the discipline a little – none of this Daredevil half-hour biking lark. Full hours are what’s needed. Tomorrow, I have my annual diabetic review – so that’ll be fun. Fairly sure I was significantly lighter than I am now when I had my last one, so potential riot acting will be read. But let’s not get bogged down in that, shall we? Moving on down is the key. If I could conceivably, two weeks from now, be 18st 3, that’d be almost happy-making, because it would feel like some kind of progress, in terms of my clothes. And it’d be close enough to make me believe the next proper milestone was achievable. The thing is though, the first two weeks of water loss are always the easiest. This is the point at which belts need to be tightened, resolve redoubled, and fat begins actually to be burned if the effort’s put in.

So let’s put it in.