Something in my eye

It’s irritating when you get something in your eye.

It’s been bugging me for about 30 minutes now – but thankfully it’s not serious – and if I’m honest the fact that it’s there in the first place is cause for celebration – because this particular irritant is frikkin sun cream!!!

Yep. You read that right readers.

Davey is wearing sun cream!

The sky is blue and I’m dressed to capitalise upon the weather. For the first time this year I’ve gone out in nothing but a thin shirt and a pair of shorts – and I’m loving it!

This involves a rather large set of mental gymnastics to be completed on my part however as I’ve quietly become something of a cover up king since reaching target.

I’m still horrendously self conscious of loose and stretched skin on my upper arms and my thighs, which means that anything above the knee or too far above the elbow is completely off limits in my mind.

I’ve bought a few nice tee-shirts lately that would be great for this weather but honestly I just can’t bring myself to wear them because I consider the sleeves to be too short.

It may be vanity but I’ve spent far too many years feeling out of place or weird – and when I’m wearing the right clothes I don’t feel that way.

Honestly I just feel awesome.

So – I don’t see it as a problem currently. Just like the rest of the world I buy clothes that I feel compliment my shape and imperfections. Consequently I step out of the door with a smile on my face just like the rest of the world and feel damn good about myself when I do.

I’ve got a lot to smile about too – because I’m still on track with my attempts to be a diamond target member at Slimming World.

For the 11th consecutive week in a row I’ve been comfortably in my target range and getting used to the level of exercise and food that I need to do/consume in order to remain there.

The key to this appears to be two things so far.

Firstly I’m very much enjoying having a ‘flexible’ day where I don’t worry about syns at all (usually Saturday) and secondly I’m also making sure that my exercise remains consistently high.

It’s fallen back a little lately thanks to the frankly appalling weather we’ve had – but I still seem to be doing way more than nearly everyone I know.

Regardless of that I still feel I need to do more.

Not because I feel I’m failing in any way – but instead because it makes me feel so darned great. Most of the time I’m like a coiled spring and absolutely buzzing with energy.

I rarely need an alarm clock to wake up, still only need about six hours sleep, can walk to and from anywhere I set my sights on, and constantly maintain a sub 15 minute split time for many miles.

My resting heart rate is also pretty much stuck at 40bpm, my monthly average cardio per day for May is 109 minutes and my walking distance is 8.4 miles.

That’s a little lower than it used to be but I’m not too fussed. I’ve also been using my exercise bike more and that isn’t present in the distance totals.

Thanks to an unexpected defrosting incident when I left the freezer door ajar the other day I had to cook a lot of mackerel this morning (I love oily fish) and instead of hammering a box of hi-fi bars in the meeting this morning I brought some food with me (a tub of mackerel, spicy cous cous, garlic, leeks, red onion and mushrooms) to have as my post weigh in brunch.

The intent was to mix things up a little bit (Angie my consultant always advises that variety equals results) and it worked – but with side effects.

Although it was absolutely delicious it’s left me farting like a gorilla that’s been force fed an orchard of prunes.

On my walk into town today I’ve been more than usually jet propelled and think I must have cracked the spectacles of a young man standing behind me at the traffic lights about an hour ago.

With that kind of gas attack it’s a wonder I wasn’t hit by an American guided missile – however thankfully (ironically named) President Trump is clearly too busy Twittering about porn star scandals.

Sometimes things just escape with little warning when your butt cheeks are a lot smaller. It’s a fact of life these days…

Sigh.

Anyway. I must get on and get my miles up internet. There are lots of places to walk to and browse around while I listen to chilled out drum & bass and enjoy the sunshine.

I’ve been in my happy place for nigh on an hour now (Starbucks in Leamington has been refurbished!) and if I remain here too long the sun might get the hump and go away.

Davey

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6 comments

  1. I really admire your backwards-look photos! The one yesterday was perhaps the bravest. It showed you at your physical worst, as far as the camera is concerned. You’ve been releasing a few of these in recent months. What has also happened is the number of your followers has been jumping. We might have expected them to get fewer now you have covered most of your weight-reduction history. But the fact is your posts keep increasing in interest!

    There is no doubt in the mind of every reader that you are the real deal. Anyone, perhaps, can lose weight. But a rare few slimmers show demonstrate how to enjoy a new life! And I suspect this is why your old readers got addicted and stay with you, and new ones get hooked. Genuine friends are rare, and you are one to any who reads your posts with the honest intention of changing life and willing to put in the work.

    Big congratulations!

    I wonder if other followers agree with me.

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  2. Hey, perhaps the sleeves are not as short as the other shirts, but you are wearing a short sleeved shirt. A while ago you didn’t want to wear any at all, so you should be super proud of yourself. πŸ˜€ I am!
    And congrats on the maintain!

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