So - did it. Finally did it. Cleared the clothes off the exercise bike last night, got on it and pedalled. Only did half an hour, but did it to music and clocked over 300 calories, so it feels like a start.
Today though, got into my Jefferson Franklin shirt, and was rather dismayed to see the impact that the last few weeks have wrought. Looking rather barrell-bellied and generally as though when I put a foot down, pavements should crack and pedestrians fall over, in a sort of green-skinned, "Tony Smash!" way. The shirt was blousing rather a lot, and my word but that rankled.
On the upside, got to meet another writer today, in what is fast becoming Jefferson's Cardiff offices - the front left-hand corner of Starbucks, St Mary Street. That was fun, and energising, and positively ego-boosting to boot.
Biking tonight? That very much depends - have to disappear to choir in about 40 minutes, so no chance before I go. Will see how d feels about me taking up to an hour of "our time" after choir to pedal and sweat and sing even more. Heading down the Trail tomorrow morning, though, as I attempt to claw back some sort of normalised routine of exercise and smart eating. Anyhow, that's been today so far - am off to edit some more right now, as a sort of personal treat.
No, really. Doing it purely for fun now. Am not entirely sure I haven't been hit on the head by something heavy...
Wednesday, 31 July 2013
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
The Unff Inevitability
So - finished the uber-deadline thingummy yesterday. Can't tell you how much lighter I feel now that's out of the way.
The Nazi Scales would heartily disagree though.
16st 11 today.
OK, serious. But today begins the tail-turn once again. Haven't manageed it yet, but intend to get back on the bke for the first time in weeks tonight.
And yeah, there's a certain "unff" feeling at seeing a reading like that, because of course it's work that has to be done and re-done dilligently now. But after the last few weeks of pressure and deadlines, as I say, feel genuinely lighter in my head, so more ready to do something about it - and have just a smidgen more time to do it in.
So even though the unff feeling - which was inevitable really as I've been in a bit of a deadline tunnel - is there and real, I'm still feeling altogether more positive about the next few weeks. So let's get on with them, eh?
The Nazi Scales would heartily disagree though.
16st 11 today.
OK, serious. But today begins the tail-turn once again. Haven't manageed it yet, but intend to get back on the bke for the first time in weeks tonight.
And yeah, there's a certain "unff" feeling at seeing a reading like that, because of course it's work that has to be done and re-done dilligently now. But after the last few weeks of pressure and deadlines, as I say, feel genuinely lighter in my head, so more ready to do something about it - and have just a smidgen more time to do it in.
So even though the unff feeling - which was inevitable really as I've been in a bit of a deadline tunnel - is there and real, I'm still feeling altogether more positive about the next few weeks. So let's get on with them, eh?
Sunday, 28 July 2013
The Normal Service Resumption
Well...that was a weird week, wasn't it, boys and girls?
Practically no Disappearing Man for a week.
Practically no Disappearing either, to be honest. Been about a month now that I've been off the wagon again. Definitely beginning to show in the re-chunkification - it's probably at least a stone now of regain (14 lbs, Americans). As d remarked to me earlier this week, "Yeah, you really need to get back to it...you're gonna be losing and gaining this same stone forever otherwise..."
She's not wrong. And as I sit here on a Sunday night, I've done buggerall exercise for pretty much a week. Tomorrow...not a whole helofalot will change, to be honest - still up against a stiff deadline tomorrow. Tuesday though...
Tuesday's a whole different ball game. The edit should be finished, and while - let us make no bones about this - there will still be a shedload of stuff to be done, it will be not only possible but probably imperative to get back to the walking, the biking and the eating within calorific bounds. So while there's unlikely to be a significant change to my Disappearing status tomorrow, come Tuesday...there will be a light at the end of the Disappearing tunnel. Tired of it all again, want my energy back, and that only comes with pushing on down and feeling disciplined. So here's to the weigh-in on Tuesday, the philosophical beating I'll take from it, and then the moving the hell on and down.
Practically no Disappearing Man for a week.
Practically no Disappearing either, to be honest. Been about a month now that I've been off the wagon again. Definitely beginning to show in the re-chunkification - it's probably at least a stone now of regain (14 lbs, Americans). As d remarked to me earlier this week, "Yeah, you really need to get back to it...you're gonna be losing and gaining this same stone forever otherwise..."
She's not wrong. And as I sit here on a Sunday night, I've done buggerall exercise for pretty much a week. Tomorrow...not a whole helofalot will change, to be honest - still up against a stiff deadline tomorrow. Tuesday though...
Tuesday's a whole different ball game. The edit should be finished, and while - let us make no bones about this - there will still be a shedload of stuff to be done, it will be not only possible but probably imperative to get back to the walking, the biking and the eating within calorific bounds. So while there's unlikely to be a significant change to my Disappearing status tomorrow, come Tuesday...there will be a light at the end of the Disappearing tunnel. Tired of it all again, want my energy back, and that only comes with pushing on down and feeling disciplined. So here's to the weigh-in on Tuesday, the philosophical beating I'll take from it, and then the moving the hell on and down.
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
The Humidity Factor
Apparently, there was thunder and rain in the night. Actually, there must have been, because when I went down the Trail this morning, the grass was wet (Really, Sherlock, tell us more about your amazing deductions...)
Unfortunately, the sun is simply refusing to freakin' quit, so what we've done essentially is swap an oven for a sauna. Ugh.
Weigh-in today was bad, but not in fact anything like as bad as I'd imagined.
16 st 8 - up a pound on last week.
Why Tony, you don't seem to be at all neurotic about that What gives, dude?
I'm not, and here's why. I know what I'm doing, and what I'm not doing. And as soon as the heat and the busyness eases the hell up jusssst a smidgen, I'll be able to change this lifestyle malarkey again, and the weight, then, will drop like that elevator in the second Omen movie - zhunk! - because my system will be so out of practice at doing stuff and eating right that it'll go "Wow, dude, seriously? OK, let's get it on..."
So this barest wobble in the wrong direction can't actually phase me at this point. There are gooderer (as my pal Greg would say) times ahead. But they're not ahead just now.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and wring out my underwear, cos this humidity's a sonofabitch.
Unfortunately, the sun is simply refusing to freakin' quit, so what we've done essentially is swap an oven for a sauna. Ugh.
Weigh-in today was bad, but not in fact anything like as bad as I'd imagined.
16 st 8 - up a pound on last week.
Why Tony, you don't seem to be at all neurotic about that What gives, dude?
I'm not, and here's why. I know what I'm doing, and what I'm not doing. And as soon as the heat and the busyness eases the hell up jusssst a smidgen, I'll be able to change this lifestyle malarkey again, and the weight, then, will drop like that elevator in the second Omen movie - zhunk! - because my system will be so out of practice at doing stuff and eating right that it'll go "Wow, dude, seriously? OK, let's get it on..."
So this barest wobble in the wrong direction can't actually phase me at this point. There are gooderer (as my pal Greg would say) times ahead. But they're not ahead just now.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and wring out my underwear, cos this humidity's a sonofabitch.
Monday, 22 July 2013
The Bionic Lughole
Hey hey. Been too busy to blog this last couple of days, and the weather has continued to be horrendously hot, meaning I've managed nooooo biking, no gymming, nothing remotely productive except a couple of Trail walks.
Today was a big step forward in another area though. Took possession of my hearing aid today. Against a background of a degree of scepticism, I slipped the thing into my ear.
Amazing. Not perfect of course, but still amazing. Suddenly I didn't need to look at people and read their lips. Didn't need to turn my left ear round in a sometimes demented paroxysm, and could join in conversations relatively normally.
So now, your Disappearing Man comes with a cybernetic lughole, an earpod of excellence... Jaime Sommers, the Bionic Woman, and I, both now do that thing where we incline our heads just slightly, and then have scientifically magical, clear or clear-as-dammit hearing. Now all I need to do is get back to the "stronger, faster, better than he was before" ethic of Steve Austin.
There's every chance that tomorrow, your Disappearing Man also comes with a 17 again, but let's see what's what. Haven't weighed at all this week, but the likelihoods are stacked against me tomorrow.
Where the hell's this thunder we're supposed to be getting?
Today was a big step forward in another area though. Took possession of my hearing aid today. Against a background of a degree of scepticism, I slipped the thing into my ear.
Amazing. Not perfect of course, but still amazing. Suddenly I didn't need to look at people and read their lips. Didn't need to turn my left ear round in a sometimes demented paroxysm, and could join in conversations relatively normally.
So now, your Disappearing Man comes with a cybernetic lughole, an earpod of excellence... Jaime Sommers, the Bionic Woman, and I, both now do that thing where we incline our heads just slightly, and then have scientifically magical, clear or clear-as-dammit hearing. Now all I need to do is get back to the "stronger, faster, better than he was before" ethic of Steve Austin.
There's every chance that tomorrow, your Disappearing Man also comes with a 17 again, but let's see what's what. Haven't weighed at all this week, but the likelihoods are stacked against me tomorrow.
Where the hell's this thunder we're supposed to be getting?
Wednesday, 17 July 2013
The Tuesday No-Show
OK, so...that was weird. I was available Tuesday, and around, and at a computer...but blog entry was there none.
Essentially, what's happening is this. For weeks now, I've been too busy to bike. It's actually getting to the stage now where I'm genuinely too busy to blog. My Brothers of Song in the Choir now joke that "you can't take your laptop on stage..."
I'm pretty much working as many hours as possible, to get all the work done. Which...is...fabbbbulous.
Never thought I could enjoy working this much. Feels fantastic, but more than a little sick, given that for at least the first thirty years of my life I turned lethargy into a performance art.
As it happens, being too busy to bike has kicked me in my big fat ass this week - the weigh-in yesterday showed me at:
16st 7! Up about five pounds in the space of a week.
Clearly though there's a pathway to beating the hell out of that...I just need to carve out the time.
Not...that that looks particularly likely through the end of July, but hey...I'll get there. For now there's little I can do but be philosophical and attempt to be sanguine about it till I can chip out some time to get things going back in the right direction. Do I want to get back up to 17 stone? Of course not. Can I tackle 16st 7 in the immediate future? Probably not...
Essentially, what's happening is this. For weeks now, I've been too busy to bike. It's actually getting to the stage now where I'm genuinely too busy to blog. My Brothers of Song in the Choir now joke that "you can't take your laptop on stage..."
I'm pretty much working as many hours as possible, to get all the work done. Which...is...fabbbbulous.
Never thought I could enjoy working this much. Feels fantastic, but more than a little sick, given that for at least the first thirty years of my life I turned lethargy into a performance art.
As it happens, being too busy to bike has kicked me in my big fat ass this week - the weigh-in yesterday showed me at:
16st 7! Up about five pounds in the space of a week.
Clearly though there's a pathway to beating the hell out of that...I just need to carve out the time.
Not...that that looks particularly likely through the end of July, but hey...I'll get there. For now there's little I can do but be philosophical and attempt to be sanguine about it till I can chip out some time to get things going back in the right direction. Do I want to get back up to 17 stone? Of course not. Can I tackle 16st 7 in the immediate future? Probably not...
Monday, 15 July 2013
The Bizarro Inversion
Y'know, it's been a strange week. You'll have noticed that apart from anything else, it's been freakin' hot here in the UK. This is bizarre even for this time of year. People are dying...of heat...in Britain.
Clearly then, we're in BizarroWorld.
Which kinda represents the week I've had. Things have been going not just well, but crazy-well.
Jefferson has gone through the roof. The day-job is going almost swimmingly. And my job as PRO with the Dowlais Male Choir has brought almost unexpected success this week - press mentions and broadcast bits.
The only plate in my world that has pretty much fallen and smashed to smithereens has been the Disappearing plate. I'll make no bones about this - tomorrow's weigh-in is - to quote Greg Proops, of whose podcasts I'm currently listening to a yearsworth) - "gonna suck major man-bag". But tomorrow, there's going to be a shift in focus. I haven't biked for a good long while, because, apart from anything else, I don't want to be one of the people who dies of the heat. And frankly I still haven't got back on my wagon.
That changes tomorrow. Simple as...as they say around here. Tomorrow we get back on every track simultaneously, and we spin those plates...rather than filling them.
Forward!
Clearly then, we're in BizarroWorld.
Which kinda represents the week I've had. Things have been going not just well, but crazy-well.
Jefferson has gone through the roof. The day-job is going almost swimmingly. And my job as PRO with the Dowlais Male Choir has brought almost unexpected success this week - press mentions and broadcast bits.
The only plate in my world that has pretty much fallen and smashed to smithereens has been the Disappearing plate. I'll make no bones about this - tomorrow's weigh-in is - to quote Greg Proops, of whose podcasts I'm currently listening to a yearsworth) - "gonna suck major man-bag". But tomorrow, there's going to be a shift in focus. I haven't biked for a good long while, because, apart from anything else, I don't want to be one of the people who dies of the heat. And frankly I still haven't got back on my wagon.
That changes tomorrow. Simple as...as they say around here. Tomorrow we get back on every track simultaneously, and we spin those plates...rather than filling them.
Forward!
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