The diet continues apace. I have lost over a kilo this week, over two in total, though this is the easy bit. Unusually for me though I am still drinking, but I have decided it's better to have a lifestyle that I can continue with for good and my plan is to not consume more than 2500 calories a day, unless I have exercised. I am actually finding it easy to come in much below that. Today for example I ran 5K and by the time I had finished my show tonight was still only on 1500 calories. I could have had two bottles of wine and still been way ahead. As it turned out I had two small glasses of wine, came home to watch Heroes and Flight of the Conchords (absolutely hilarious - you must watch this, Rhys Darby, the man I accidentally insulted at
Best of the Fest last year is particularly funny. Oh and so is the woman playing the fanbase. And the Conchords themselves. But the songs are the stars) and eat some Weetabix. Still in at about 2200 calories and having eaten up about 400 on the treadmill. Man this is easy!
Though I want to get back out and doing my running down by the river, I do like the treadmill because I am able to trick my stupid brain into doing more than it wants. I was tired and felt like stopping after about 5 minutes, but kept on changing my goal in my mind to force myself to go on for almost another 30 minutes. When I had reached 10 minutes, my original goal, I decided that I had to try and get up to at least 200 calories and then when that milestone passed I decided I had to do at least 2 miles, then when that was achieved it became 25 minutes, then 3 miles and then finally I realised I was only 200 metres from running 5000 metres and that became my final target.
Ha ha ha, I totally fooled my stupid, lazy brain. At this rate I will be thin again by Christmas and if all goes to plan I will be off on tour in the Spring to put all the weight back on again. Ah the circle of life and the circle of my belly, so wonderfully entwined.
This time I am not going to put the weight back on again. I think you have been following me long enough to know how deluded I am. But without hope we are nothing. Hope must triumph over experience just once.
