I am on a journey. And so are my feet.
Actually, my feet are doing most of it, the rest of me is tagging along for the ride.
But I am happy to give you an update to save you all that reading.
Feet were heavy, slightly lighter now (but still pretty heavy really).
Right, now we’re all caught up let’s get on with this month’s update.
As I mentioned before, Mrs Bryntin was struggling with the concept of me being on a mission to attain lighter feet and was seemingly sabotaging my efforts by continuing to bake cakes as if practising for the Great British Bake Off and cooking dinners that would instantly add about a kilo just by her wafting the smells from the kitchen.
I am glad to say that the gravity of the situation has now been grasped and I am on the way to treading more lightly on the scales, helped by some warmer weather arriving, which encourages lighter dishes.
I have also been assisted by a clear month of at least three bike sessions a week, with a mix of road and trainer rides depending on my balance appraisal at the beginning of each day. With each ride burning around a 1000 calories (according to my various bits of software, they vary but are within around 10% of each other), I’m happy that over a week I am maintaining a ‘more calories out than in’ regime overall.
Also, it is ‘destroy all the suddenly overgrown stuff in the garden‘ time, so deliberately annihilating things with the manual tools, instead of plugging in or starting up the powered versions, gives productive but extra energy burning exercise. I also feel like I’ve done the work with this much more peaceful, involved and mindful experience than the usual easy powered destruction, wreaked with the accompanying cacophonous screams, whines and drones of the electric and petrol motors and blades. So it’s been shears and bow saws, not electric hedge trimmers and chainsaws.
Anyway, let’s get to the point of the post. Today’s ‘two months after I started’ (62 days to be exact) feet weigh-in picture, measured in kilos for your delight and/or confusion.
Incidentally, a friend of mine asked me what I weighed now after me telling him about my journey so I told him how many kilos it was.
He said ‘What’s that in stones?’
I didn’t know. I easily did the mental ‘A kilo is about 2.2 pounds, so that’s two times the number of kilos (even I can do that) plus add another 2 times the kilos to it but with the decimal point moved to the left one space, and then divide the total by… is it 16 pounds to a stone or or 14? Can’t remember…‘
So of course, abandoning the mental arithmetic because it wasn’t me that wanted to know, it was him, I said, ‘Fuck knows, Google it.’
Right, the reveal.
At the start of all this I was 101.4kg.
The first month seemed like hard work to only get down to 98.9kg but this month feels like it was more worth the effort.
So that’s pretty much 6kg gone, which will make the combination of myself and the bike a little easier to get up the hills now – and where I live, there’s a lot of hills so that’s a very good thing indeed.