A day of rest seems to have helped the ol’ arm a tiny wee bit. I was such a miserable bastard on Saturday. Being physically unable to write was utterly depressing. I didn’t realise how much I depended on it as my outlet. I had things to say! I had Book Stuff to do! And since even old fashioned pen and paper were painful, I started to panic thinking I’ll never get this stinking project done and I’ll never accomplish anything and never be more than the typer of someone else’s letters. Oh comrades, it was a truly wild pity party.
I was convinced chocolate would make me better, but luckily we didn’t have any. Instead I had a wee homemade jam biscuit and spent the weekend being a hermit with the Scottish Companion, watching Northern Exposure Season 4 episodes and the most thrilling MotoGP race ever. I also ventured into the Real World twice to go to the gym.
I’m seeking medical advice on Wednesday. Woohoo…
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The tedious trudge to the Finish Line continues. The scales are showing unpleasing numbers this week. You know what? Screw the scale. I know it’s evil. It’s just that I have this desire to officially reach a healthy weight/BMI. Don’t write and tell me I am obsessed, just please try and understand that I am really anally retentive and I’ve always been a huge nerd for numbers and statistics. I know that the journey doesn’t end at goal, but please just understand that after working on this lard busting project for over Five Long Years, there has to be a proper conclusion.
And not even being too fussy about the numbers. I’m only wanting to reach THE TOP of my healthy weight range for closure’s sake. After that I will just simply continue living the same healthy lifestyle I am now, and the numbers can settle wherever they bloody feel like. I want to tie this up this part of the process in a neat little package.
It’s a good thing I employ so many non-scale methods of measuring progress. There’s no way I’d have lost all this lard if it had only been about the scale. I set myself challenges. I have all manner of spreadsheets. I have plenty of variety and balance. But at this point I must focus even more on the non-scale stuff. I will pretend the scale isn’t an issue and get busy making a healthy life even healthier. The numbers will budge when they’re good and ready.
Here’s a few of my current dorky challenges:
- To beat my slowass rowing machine speed record (currently 2km in 10:15)
- Resume Operation Push-Up (I’d graduated from 0.5 to 2 proper full push-ups before my shoulder died. WOW!)
- Master the stability ball segment of Cathe CoreMax (currently can’t do it without falling off and crashing into the telly!)
- Learn to ride a BIKE.
Oh people! I bought a bike on Friday! It will be ready this coming Saturday. I have invested a nice chunk of funds into a piece of machinery that I don’t know how to operate. Holy crap! But I have done other things before that scared the crap out of me and I survived so let’s bring on one more. Variety is the spice of life.
Anyway as you can see I have plenty of stuff to do rather than faff about with the scales. I’d best get on with it then. Hope you’re all well 🙂