Yesterday my dad asked me to get some milk. One of those big, six pint cartons. So I did.
As I was lugging it home it occured to me that the milk weighed pretty much exactly the same amount as I am trying to lose – 3.4 kilos (half a stone in old money). Until that moment I’d never really thought half a stone was very heavy, but put it into a carrier bag and think again. When I go hiking, this is what’s already in my rucksack before I put anything else into it. Hmm.
It’s the end of week one of the crash diet, and technically it’s gone as planned. I’ve been eating like a sparrow and exercising like a greyhound, but something is going horribly wrong. I haven’t lost Anything At All. This is a mystery to me. I have always believed those friendly-but-stern television doctors who say that if more calories go out than come in, weight loss is inevitable. It seems they’ve been telling us porkies. There is no way that I’ve been eating more than I’ve consumed, but nothing has budged. This seems to defy the laws of physics. Maybe I should offer myself to the medical establishment for research purposes?
Well, it’s proving harder than expected, but I’m not giving up. Let’s see what week two brings.
Song of the Day
Way back in April when djbaroque was blogging (still miss you!) he posted this tune. I liked it so much I almost posted it myself, but I’ve saved it up for now. The tune is called Nancy Lee, by a band I’ve never heard of before – Vintage Trouble. Great stuff🙂