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Monday was not a proud day, but I’m hoping it will be a watershed moment of sorts.

My employers very kindly gave us all the opportunity to have a quick, free health check, the highlight of which was watching someone feint after having their finger pricked for a cholesterol test.  I went down for a few minutes away from my desk, and to pick up a goody bag containing a free Company-branded travel mug. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s almost a week since I (medical jargon alert!) shitted up my knee, and there’s no noticeable improvement.  It isn’t painful (which to be fair is an improvement compared to the morning after) but, more irritatingly, it feels uncomfortable and constantly weak.  It’s hard to describe.  Sometimes it just feels like I can’t put my full — considerable — weight on it.  Sometimes it feels like the lower part of my leg is coming loose when I walk.  At the moment it feels like the joint has been anaesthetised.  And to top it all off my other knee is starting to hurt because of the extra — considerable — weight it has to bear.  All in all I’m pretty pissed off. Read the rest of this entry »

Hands up who thinks I’ve done any exercise since my last post? 

If your hand is in the air you are a) wrong, and b) a bit simple for putting your hand up.  Saturday night the missus and I found ourselves in a lovely restaurant overlooking Trevaunance Cove in St Agnes, Cornwall.  After a very nice starter — squid and chorizo salad — my main course arrived; moules marinière with a side bowl of chips.  There’s a rule (I don’t know if it’s true or not and frankly I don’t care, but it makes sense) that if a mussel hasn’t opened during cooking, you shouldn’t eat it.  I found an unopened mussel and lifted it up.  I shouldn’t eat that, I thought to myself.  It might give me the shits.  Hang on, that might help me lose weight… Read the rest of this entry »

Two weeks ago I had a car accident.  Nothing major — not for me, anyway (although maybe the motorcyclist who went tumbling from his bike might disagree) — but it did mean that last week I had to make do without my car while the motorbike-shaped dint in the passenger door was mended.  I won’t describe the incident although I’ll let you know who the insurance companies decide was at fault if/when I get my £250 excess back. Read the rest of this entry »