Gosh .. is that the time already ?
Half-way through the week and no confessions. Until now, that is.
OK. Let's see. Yesterday (Tuesday) :
Calories : 1905.
Exercise : 15 mins running with Mrs CITF. Had planned more but we have to stick together in t' woods.
Watched one of those voyeuristic 8-week-blitz-on-a-fatty type programmes today. Hoped it might give me a jolt or inspiration. Matey's BMI was 39, a 40-a-day cigarettes man with weekly binge-drinking evening (10pts and 20 x vodka and orange), a sedentary job and nil exercise, other than the TV remote. Blimey ! His lung age was declared to be 66, despite him actually being 42 and plenty of other incipient problems like gallstones, liver damage, diabetes, high cholesterol and glycerides count and family history of same. But he got stuck in and visibly shrank in the 8 weeks. Good for him, I thought.
So far, so promising. Dunno when the next instalment will be, if ever. But it did remind me of some of the dangers of letting go too much. So, feeling suitably chastened, I thought I would tell you all. But recognise myself there ? Not really. All a question of degree, I suppose. Good tut-tut TV though !
That's it for now. Cup of tea waiting.
The trifle ? All gone. Oh yes.
ChrisITF
