Back to the scales

Another Saturday, another weigh in and as expected the mountain has just got a little bit higher. I've clocked in just over 119kg which my regular followers will know is a gain of over 2 kilos from a fortnight ago. Don't panic though it's but a minor correction in an otherwise bullish market (one for the financiers from my vault of quality metaphors).

I've known from the start of this ambitious journey that February would prove a tough ask. I mean lets face it, numerous party's and the entire cheering section of the family visiting for around a week, it was never going to be pretty.

With that in mind, it's fair to say the post-celebration week has been a bit of a challenge. It's not surprising I guess, since I'm trying to change light years of bad habits. It won't happen overnight but it will happen!

On the positive side I found my Mojo today. You won't believe this but it was hiding downstairs in the garage. Yep it's true. There I was 30 minutes into a boxing session on the punching bag and I was feeling that familiar sensation telling me a beer and a pie was a better Saturday plan when the bloody thing revealed itself to me from behind the bag. And not a moment too soon either. Well 30 minutes turned into an hour and before you know it I felt like I was back on track.

So here's the deal. I predict a 4 kilo loss this week. That's right 4 bloody kilos and nothing less. It's time to get this train back on the tracks (metaphor alert!). By next Saturday morning the fat bastard WILL be back into uncharted territory, under that 116.9kg mark.

Medical Update: I had my GP visit this morning regarding the troublesome knee and apart from the brilliant Dr Barrett noticing my shrinking physique (ten points for the compliment) she has also referred me to my third orthopaedic surgeon. I've reached that critical point where my choice of surgeon has become more of a financial issue than a medical one. Sad but true, that even with full private health cover, the gap for my last knee op cost me $3500 out of pocket. The beauty of the new guy is that he consults as a private patient and operates as a public patient. What a scam! Why haven't I heard of this earlier? Maybe I would'nt be so poor if that was the case. So its looks like another recovery period is just over the horizon.

So let's forget the knee, the diet and the exercise for a moment to reflect on my upcoming career. Next week I'm back working in the Courier Mail sport so I though I should spend the weekend making sure I was well researched before stepping foot in the office. So here's the good part. I'm kicking back on the couch with a glass of Cab Sav, flicking between four sports channels (you beauty the Brumbies just scored), (fuck Giteau just hit the bloody upright with the easy conversion), and now I call this research! Does it get any better than this.

OK that's more than enough crapping on for a Saturday, let's chat again tomorrow.

Until then.

P