Biscuit Menace

3rd November 2021

It’s the biscuits, I knew it – I mean of course I knew it.

Let me start by saying that since my previous post, I have actually kept up with exercising again.  Alternating between HIITs, Dance-Offs and running.  That last one is a real shocker though.  I told one of my old friends about it.  M knows how much I abhor exercise of any kind, so when I shared with her that I’ve actually been for a run 4 times in the last two weeks, she nearly fell of her chair – like literally.  I have to admit she’s not the only one.  I’m struggling to comprehend myself how I’ve suddenly gotten into running. Me and running – it’s on par with me learning Chinese. Never thought I’d learn Chinese, never thought I’d ever get into running – now I’m doing both.

Although let me re-calibrate that assessment.  It’s a jog-a-walk-a-run type running.  It’s early days.  The important thing is I’m doing it.

Since getting back into exercise discipline that almost matches my 2020 efforts, I have also returned to the same discipline with my food.  Sensible breakfast, lunch and soup for dinner.  Now that I’m back working in an office again a couple of days a week, an occasional lunch-out.  Adjusting back to sensible meals, sensible snacks, and rational portions hasn’t been too difficult. 

It was the biscuits – giving up on the slightly large quantities of biscuits I’ve been having in the last few months – that was the biggest challenge of the last two weeks.  I’ve been filling out my snacking interludes with biscuits rather than nuts, fruits or veggies.  And in the evenings, where in 2020 – it was a cup of tea, 2 biscuits and a piece of chocolate (or 1 biscuit and 2 pieces of chocolate), recent months were more of 5 biscuit portions.  Reducing this back to 1-2 was hard – really hard.

But………..

It paid off.   It took less than a week, 6 days to be exact – and I’ve lost 1kg/2lb, moving back down towards my May 2021 weight.  I knew all along I could do it – just had to flick that switch back on again.  Discipline, it always comes down to discipline – and not using my laziness as an excuse.  The……..I’m too busy, too tired, I’ve worked too late, I’ve got nothing in the fridge, I did the wrong order at Tesco, I’m too unwell, too old, too young, too stressed, too worried.   Bullshit – it’s all bullshit, it’s what it is.  What it comes down to is that I simply can’t be bothered to make the effort, ergo lazy.

Well, I kicked the lazy out of my front door recently, pushed myself to get off the sofa, and slapped my hands (figuratively speaking) when they reach for the biscuit tin.

And now, I’m 1kg down. Yeah.