Today, although without revealing everything (because that’s not pretty), I am going to share something that is unusual about me.
I have extremely heavy feet.
This is 101.4 in kilos. Which is 223.5 pounds. Which is, in ye olde english system of made up numbers from deep and dark history, 15.96 stone. Let’s call that 16. Although I have no idea how many kilos each stone is, if they are all the same and if they are granite or pumice stones. As with most ‘imperial’ measurements, whoever had the biggest armies at the time said “Look, it just is, right?” and butchers all over the land had to adjust how much they were leaning on the scales accordingly.
Anyway, heavy feet, 101.4 kilos of them.
Incidentally, in getting the conversions I learned that 101.4 is also the FM frequency you can find many radio stations on. Flex FM comes at the top of the Google search so, if you like, we could have that as an apposite soundtrack to the post.
Right, where was I? Yep, OK, heavy feet.
Now, this is not the heaviest my feet have been. Pre-stroke they were about 117 kilos – approximately 257.941 pounds or 18.424 stone. (Google goes up to four decimal places but I have dumbed it down slightly)
There is a school of thought – OK, not a school but certainly a profession that is known for having bad handwriting – that think this might have had something to do with my having a stroke. Although I couldn’t read it of course.
Since the stroke, my summer feet are normally much lighter these days. I worked hard to shift some of it so my ‘normal’ reading has been below 85.0kg for some time and, when I have cycled through Europe a couple of times, often dipped below 80.0 kilos. (You can do your own conversions if you want now.)
I accepted a slight increase in their mass during the winter season as howling wind and rain are not conducive to the motivation to get out riding a bike in it for pleasure, so I normally do indoor trainer riding. This can tail off as hibernation for December kicks in. So, as the scales start reading more towards 90.0kg coming up to the New Year, I don’t normally panic because I know it’ll start dropping quite rapidly when I get started again. I call it my winter coat.
Which would all work very well apart from the MS. More relevantly, the depressive ‘fog’ and fatigue issues with it that have been an almost constant companion since about October last year. Which has meant that instead of starting my training again in early February from a finishing ‘winding down’ point in November, I’ve had pretty much five months of unfettered inactivity.
Which results in heavy feet. Which are not happy feet.
So I thought, I’ve got to get going and address this. As soon as I feel able, I must not slide back in to the massively overweight territory that nearly killed me before. And at the moment, I am sliding. Or more like slobbing. And I have to be able to mentally beat the fog that’s caused this again before I’m shrouded in it.
I already have a very low fat and sugar-free diet, so there isn’t much I can do to eat better, it’s already a behavioural habit. The issue is that the diet is about the same as when I’m regularly exercising and I’m currently not exercising. So I could maybe just reduce eating further. Or exercise and eat.
Generally, my MS has meant maybe an interruption of a few days or, rarely, a few weeks off the riding or training now and then, but this has been a particularly hard year for it. Probably harder mentally than I am used to anyway.
So I thought, for some extra accountability, I’d post a picture of my starting point and my massively overweight feet because at the moment, I feel better and I know I can get it down again. And I know how to do it and I’ve done it before. In going public with it, the world (OK, about ten of you) are witness to my efforts and will hopefully add some feeling of extra obligation on my part.
The first step has been taken by getting the trainer bike fettled (olde English word for ‘making glide smoothly and seamlessly like a particularly slippery silkworm’) and doing a gentle session on it yesterday.
I know that it’s not worth looking at my feet again for another month yet, so I’ll set a reminder to show you another picture of them then.
Better insert some sort of ‘light on my feet joke’ here to finish off with…