I haven't snacked as much this evening, as I have had one of my smoking relapses, (long story) and have popped out for a cigarette when my usual reaction would be to eat something. As lousy an advert for healthy living it is, smoking has its uses. It would help if I started cycling again now that the weather seems to have calmed down and stopped being silly. There's obviously a benefit to riding a bike into town rather than using the tram or bus, which I don't suppose you notice until you stop doing it. When I was a postman, the large portion of my working day was spent cycling and walking briskly with a heavy weight on your shoulders, and I didn't realise how fit I was until I stopped working for Royal Mail.
My big aim is to start swimming again on a regular basis, as it is the best exercise you can do, and it uses every muscle in your body. Running is okay but I can only get on with running on a beach, preferably in bare feet. I'd not enjoy running in a city, not even in a park. The council run pools have all but disappeared apart from one, which will be next. They haven't disappeared as such, just been replaced by stupid new ones with no deep end. I need a gym with a swimming pool, which isn't as easy as you'd think to find. With regular swimming and cycling, I wouldn't even need to change my diet; you can't have bacon cooked any other way than fried, and I wouldn't give up full fat milk. I just wish they still left the top layer of cream in, it was lovely on cereal.
Having said that, we went out for a family dinner tonight which saw me eat a sixteen ounce steak, and three pints of Guinness.
Whenever Mandi and I make pizza, I always ask her how many slices she wants. She has four, and I ask if she is sure she isn't hungry enough to have eight. I tell her that I am having eight slices because I am really hungry. I am hilarious! As funny as I am to live with, (trust me I'm a hoot), I discovered tonight that there might be an element of truth in this. They had run out of sixteen ounce steaks, so they gave me two eight ounce steaks instead. Sixteen ounces of rare steak doesn't normally phase me, but there must be a psychological reason why I struggled due to there being two steaks on my plate instead of one, even though technically there was the same amount of steak that I always have. I ate it all, but there was a moment when it looked like I would have to leave some.
I think in future I'll make sure I'm photographed directly front on so my belly isn't so obvious.
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