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This is the moment you’ve barely given a second thought.  It’s time to see the graph.  But first, what does the graph show?  What does it tell us?  It’s tells us that I’m shit at dieting.  I’ve lost a rounded-up pound since last Friday.  By rounded-up pound I mean that the little ticket the Boots weight machine prints out says I’ve lost a pound, but a quick sense check (looking at the change in weight in kilos) shows I haven’t.  I’ve lost 0.3kg.  0.66lbs.  300g.  The equivalent weight of a packet of Chocolate Hob Nobs, ironically enough an entire packet of which I’ve eaten in the past two days.  I know what you’re thinking.  I’m a useless, disgusting, greedy bollocks. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s that time of year again.  Time for reflection.  Time, perhaps, for feeling guilty after the excesses of the past couple of weeks.  It’s time for a new start.  Yep, it’s time for new year’s resolutions.

But does anyone actually bother?  I get the impression that most people talk about new year’s resolutions, but few ever actually see them through to any kind of outcome. Read the rest of this entry »

Six weeks.  SIX FUCKING WEEKS.

I had it all planned out.  Sort of.  Increase my mileage by approximately half a mile a week until two weeks before the race, by which time I’d be up to about thirteen miles (half a marathon), then a couple of shorter runs and lots of rest to conserve energy before the run.  Simple. Read the rest of this entry »