I’ve no idea what the scales will say this morning – but whatever it is I’m committed to going anyway.
I’ve been good all week long – but this morning (typically) I feel bloated, sluggish and heavy. It’s hot outside and I reckon I’m going to be retaining more than just water.
Unless things (ahem) get moving soon I’m gonna have a crappy morning on the scales (pun intended).
It’s not been a crappy couple of weeks however – and yesterday I managed to navigate another work event and it’s associated perils.
As generous as my company is (and they are) there wasn’t a lot laid out yesterday for the more health conscious amongst the hundreds of attendees at its conference.
In fact the single concessions to a healthy lifestyle at the event that I could find were Diet Coke and a large bowl of apples – which I took full advantage of.
I also ate the bacon and the egg from the provided breakfast rolls – but pulled the rind off before slinging it (along with the bread) into the bin.
I’ve nothing against carbs mind you – but refined ones are something I try to avoid as much as I can. White bread is a complete waste of dietary calories and bread in general just makes me feel slow and sleepy.
Needless to say when I got home, after a long day on my feet I was both tired AND hungry. On reflection I wish that I’d made a packed lunch – but hindsight is 20/20.
On the plus side there was a complete first for me in the shape of heatwave clothing.
My company had been very clear that the event was a ‘casual casual day’ and that since the current heatwave was expected to continue we could wear shorts if we wished.
I definitely wished.
Thankfully – I’m feeling confident enough with how I look nowadays (at least from the knees down) that I’m happy to be seen by anyone in my shorts – of which I now have several pairs.
So for the first time in my life I wore shorts to work yesterday.
How cool is that?!
I also got to sit in the new BMW i8 (A Hybrid Sports Car) for a brief moment to have my picture taken.
It’s been lurking in the car park at work for a couple of days (along with a couple of other bargain basement automobiles) looking sleek and sexy.
I’m definitely no petrol head (I actually walk more miles per year than I drive) but this is a seriously nice car. It’s upward opening doors look awesome – as do the exterior and interior views.
I’ve not clambered in or out of many cars in this price bracket (the i8 starts at around £106,000 I believe) but I have to say that not only would this have been impossible back when I started losing weight – but it would have been bloody tricky even a year ago when I climbed Snowdon.
It’s pretty crazy to think that that at the time I was around 19st – over 5st heavier than I am now.
Navigating oneself in and out of this beast is something of a tricky task that necessitates a driver of a certain size (it has huge sills with a very low seating position) and I found out the hard way that there was just no elegant way of accomplishing it.
I’m just glad I was wearing shorts and not a mini skirt.
It’s no wonder that Paris Hilton’s underwear (or lack of it) appeared in the news so much some years back.
When you’re silly rich then cars become equally silly to get in and out of.
Once you’re inside mind you it’s a really lovely place to sit.
Everything is close to hand and the car feels like tailor made clothing – which is I guess the aim at this kind of price point.
If you’re spending that much money on a car you want to feel like a Saudi Prince when you’re in it.
Given my choice of shirts for the day I was shooting more for ‘Saudi Princess’ however – and I think I pretty much nailed it.
Overall the day was a tiring but successful event – and I was pretty proud that I came home to eat rather than cracking and grabbing a plate of sandwiches and a donut when I was flagging.
It’s all too easy though to do this kind of thing though – and it frustrates me that society as a whole has to spend the lion’s share of its time resisting everything around them rather then being presented with overwhelmingly positive choices.
Whilst looking at the BBC News today I happened to notice an article that highlighted just how badly the most marginalised areas of society have it with regard to choice.
It suggests that deprived areas in the country have as much as five times the number of fast food outlets that the more affluent ones do.
From their perspective it must seem like it’s everywhere and there’s little else in the way of choice.
It would be easy to argue I guess that it’s solely a money proposition. Many might argue that fast food is cheaper than healthy equivalents – and therefore the outlets are more relevant in the local communities that they’re found.
However I know from being unemployed that it’s possible to eat well on a budget (though maybe not as easy to get so many good calories) it just requires an understanding of what types of food you should be eating and the willpower to do it.
Unfortunately I think it’s the former that’s the major part of the problem.
Far too often I listen to conversations from a younger generation that seem to have little or no understanding of food groups – or where dietary staples come from and the nutrition that they contain.
It’s education that’s lacking – and sadly when we’re willing as a society to let television and advertising teach the adults of tomorrow what’s good food and what isn’t we’ll never have a healthy society.
The obesity and diabetes epidemics show no signs of stopping and I see no evidence that we will be anything other than an increasingly overweight and heavily medicated society in the years to come.
It makes me both sad and angry.
Supermarkets have a lot to answer for – because you can’t blame a fast food outlet for driving down its costs and selling food cheaply.
A while back it was pointed out in the evening standard that food packaging can drive up the cost of even healthy alternatives by an amazing 50%.
How is it right that a McDonald’s cheeseburger at 99p is cheaper than a six pack of Granny Smiths apples (£1.60) from Tesco?
It’s the reality in which we live though – and it’s one that people like me navigate daily.
It’s really harder than it needs to be too.
It should be a darned site easier if you ask me and government should take the lead by educating the youth of today to be the health nuts of tomorrow whilst at the same time dramatically decreasing the ability of companies that sell crap to market their products.
If they can sell cigarettes in plain packaging plastered with images of cancer then they should put a picture of a morbidly obese cadaver on a Big Mac because it’s practically the same thing in my view.
Both will kill you eventually but one will taste nicer while it does.
Anyway. I’ll climb down off my soapbox. It’s time to get ready and go to Slimming World.
(Author goes to weigh in)
Well – after being set for a maintain all week my body decided to go the other way this morning and hold onto whatever liquid/solid that it felt was necessary to not let go of.
I can live with that though. After the last two weeks of events and eating out I’m pretty pleased with this result.
Now it’s time to go for a walk internet – because my waistline doesn’t modify itself.
If I want to continue wearing shorts and feeling confident I need to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Again and again.