amongst other things...
We got a fancy new set of scales from the Avon lady this evening, and we decided to unbox the buggers and play. They're digital after all.
Apparently I am 146.5lbs, comprising of 9.1% fat, 68.6% water, 73.1% muscle and 1.77% bone. Whilst I'm sure these aren't 100% accurate (or anywhere near that), it basically means I'm a fucking adonis according to the book. Ladies, form a queue!
So I'd prepared myself a relatively healthy meal, and I took it upstairs to eat (as usual), only I never got to eat it. Approaching my desk the plate wobbled and I lost the entire fucking lot all over the floor. What was worse was that I wasn't even able to eat it (3 second rule - more like 3 minutes!) as the plate shattered. Fucking awesome.
More irritatingly was that it took me the best part of an hour or so in total to prepare and then clean up the aftermath, and by that time I was bloodly starving. So I resorted to having an entire pizza. Now I honestly wish I hadn't.
Guess I'm gonna have to make up for it tomorrow.. maybe. So why did I decide to share this with the world? So that I'm accountable. It's gonna be the only way I actually make a difference in my my diet, I think.
I've pretty much fallen out of step with keeping fit the last few months, what with other things playing on my mind. I've turned to old, and new comforts. Eating crap being a new one, which I'm honestly not happy with in the least.
Now I'm not getting tubby as such, but I can see it starting to go that way, and my fitness is somewhat questionable again. So what am I going to do about it? Starting tomorrow;
I have the various rewards set out, and the goals I want to reach to receive said rewards. I'm also going to give myself a time frame of Christmas to be where I want to, in terms of regularly exercising, and so on.
Here goes (again).
So I took some time off work to sort out the car and a few other bits and pieces. I got the door bent back without too much of a hit in asthetics, and then I set to finding something to trade it in for. It could've easily been broken into whilst I was out on-site, and I would've been royally screwed if there was work kit in it. Granted that's what insurance is for, but even so.
So I spent a few days cleaning it up and then sorting a few things out, such as removing the bluetooth kit (2 hours to install, 20 minutes to remove), and then I set about getting it valued. As always it wasn't exactly what I wanted, but with the 207 and the 307 available not many want the 206 at the moment.
In the end I plumped for an 04 model VW Bora 1.9TDI Highline. Clocking in at 130BHP its a "little" quicker than the 206 (that's 40 more BHP), and that wasn't exactly slow. However, the Bora is the epitome of comfort, in comparison to the Clio and the 206 (bear in mind neither were that uncomfortable, and you'll get an idea of where I'm coming from). The 6 speed box is certainly going to take some getting used to, especially as in 6th the cruising speed is a little higher than the motorway speed in the UK. Economy wise it's already better than the 206 after the motorway journey, which is nice. The automatic windscreen wipers are much better than the ones in the Peugeot and the build quality is naturally in a bit of a different league. It's somewhat strange driving a saloon for the first time in my life though. I'll pop some pictures up when I get a moment. The long and short of it is, I'm as happy as a baby in water; I've got peace of mind when it comes to security and it felt like my birthday when I picked up and drove off with the car.
Now I'm done with the car I'm looking into the whole fitness thing again. I've come to the conclusion I'm not exactly in the peak physical fitness still and I want to ramp things up a bit. As such I started looking into martial arts this evening and came across Krav Maga - functional contact combat - unlike Kendo and similar arts, which focuses on ettiquette, or breathing and so on. Unfortunately because I've picked something which is fairly well unknown, there's only 1 place I can go to to learn this; which is in Clifton, Bristol. Not exactly accessible from my point of view, but it's better than nothing and I'm very interested in this as, lets be frank, I'm a bit of a weed. I'm just awaiting contact from the instructor - I'll let you know how it goes!
Over the last few weeks people have been telling me I need to get out of the house and do stuff. I'm still not sure if I'm "ready" for big group things, and work is pretty mental at the moment. As much as I'd love to jump into a 'pit and come out bleeding and bruised to let off steam, I don't think I could do it at the drop of a hat without feeling guilty the next day, lying in bed whilst the guys battle onwards through the perpetually impending wall of new customers and requests from existing ones.
So to get myself back on track with the whole make myself fitter thing, I've started eating healthly and decided that I'll go running a few times a week before I start work. The first thing I was told after unveiling this was "the person who invented jogging died doing it". Lovely thought that.
Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
