Weight Loss

One of my semi-resolutions that didn’t really get listed was the intention to lose some weight. At the start of this year I was at 21 stone (133Kg, for the metric among us) which really was too much, even for my height/frame.

So we started off on the weight-loss plan, aided and abetted by WeightWatchers, and a plan to go to the gym more. The gym’s happening, and I’m getting back into enjoying going, and there’s also the plan to buy a bike, although I’ve been whittling on about that one for a while now, so don’t hold your breath.

However, the weight hasn’t really come off the way I expected it to. Yeah, I’ve lost a stone, but that’s not really a lot, all things considered, for three month’s work. I’d wanted to lose more than that in this time. Don’t get me wrong, my body shape has changed, and I’ve lost an amount of fat, but the weight hasn’t changed as much as I’d expected hoped. I suspect that some of it has changed to muscle – which, in true Sod’s Law style, weighs more than fat, of course – or maybe I’ve just redistributed my lard a bit.

I’m not going to give up though – I still want to lose more, and there’s a few more ways I can think of to do it, but we’ll just have to see how it all works out, I suppose.


Nosmo King

Poo, I missed out on No Smoking Day. I saw a piece of guff about it yesterday, and was thinking “Oooh, nice title-bar image for d4d™, you know, one with loads of cigarette brands on it”. Maybe I’ll just leave it ’til next year – it gives me some time to knock the image together, anyway.


NHS

A couple of weeks back, I went to the local GP to sign up and sort out my basic details. At the time I also said I’d like to see a doctor about getting my thyroid function tested, as there’s a family history of it, blah, blah, showing some signs of it being a factor, blah blah.

I finally got to see the doctor this morning, and all went well. Ish. According to him, there’s no signs of thyroid mis-function (or whatever the word is), the patches of flaky skin around my eyebrows etc. aren’t really flaky, I’m not excessively warm (considering my reputation as a walking furnace, I raised my – flaky – eyebrows at that one) and that really I should be working harder to lose weight, not laying it at the door of thyroid malfunction.

Again, we’ll exclude the roughly 8,000 paces I do per day, the regular gym visits, and the Weightwatchers.

Anyway, I’m now booked for another visit to the doctors on 6th April for a blood test. Third time lucky, and all that cobblers.


Snoozy

Over the weekend, I went down with a bit of a bug. Not a huge nasty type flu or anything, but primarily it was down to aching joints and a throat that felt like someone had gone at it with sandpaper.

I’m not the sort of person who exaggerates how bad their feeling, I don’t do the “cold = flu, flu = pneumonia” type thing at all. However, what really pointed out to both me and Herself that I was feeling cack was that I went “for a lie down” at 4pm on Saturday, and woke up at 8am on Sunday.

So, yes, 16ish hours of sleep. I feel much better for it, and generally a bit less like Death Warmed Up, but at the same time it really doesn’t feel like I had much of a weekend…


GP 2

Well, the visit to the doctors (well, practice nurse, as it turned out) went fine. Having pissed in a bottle, they seemed to do absolutely sod-all with it. Mind you, can’t really blame ’em, can you? I guess it’s just for their amusement “You think you’re so special, yet we made you piss on your fingers this morning. Ha!

But blood-pressure’s fine ( 131 / 80 , if that means anything to anyone ), and there doesn’t seem to be anything else to worry about. I’ve got to make a proper doctor’s appointment in order to get thyroid levels etc. checked, so that appointment’s been made for a couple of week’s time. Oh goody.


GP

Tomorrow, for the first proper time in about four years, I’m going to be visiting my local doctor. Not for anything specific per se, but mainly in order to get myself registered and a basic check to ensure that I’m not dying of anything just yet.

One thing I am intending to get tested is my thyroid function. My father certainly has an underactive thyroid, and we’re about 95&percent; certain my grandfather had the same thing, so the odds are that it’s going to be relevant to me too. It would also go a fair way to explaining certain things about me, such as (to a degree) body shape, and the unwillingness of my body to lose weight in the way it should.

I don’t particularly like GPs, and tend not to visit them unless it’s important. This initial visit doesn’t really come under “important” for me, but I know it needs to be done at some point. In general though, I’m the direct opposite of the people who dial 999 because they’ve got a headache, in that I generally would rather GPs saw me (or indeed anyone else) for a valid reason, rather than from an acute attack of hypochondria.

So anyway, I’ll be there tomorrow morning. It’s playing a bit on my mind at the moment, even though I’m fairly certain there’s nothing wrong with me generally – but it’ll be good to get this thyroid question out of the way, all the same.


Gymmage (again)

After nearly a month of going to the gym, I’ve come to the following conclusions :

  1. I really hate communal changing rooms. They’re the one place where I actually do feel body-conscious. Maybe in the end I won’t, but for now, yeah, totally.
  2. Whoever designed the cross-trainer missed out on a satisfying career creating torture devices for S&M people
  3. The TV screens in gyms are invariably filled with shite. Although at least we don’t have kids programmes like Adrian’s one does.
  4. My legs are far more developed and muscular than my arms/torso. Not in an unbalanced way, but it’s noticeable.
  5. Did I mention that cross-trainers are torturous?