Despite it being hot enough that I swear I saw a pigeon melt earlier today, I haven’t disappeared into the ether. Life’s just been hectic between work and personal stuff. Proper blogging will continue to happen, especially now I have a bit of time off.
On the work side of things I’ve been busy setting up the library for this year’s Big Friendly Read – which is inspired by the work of Roald Dahl. I’ve assembled a number of displays to encourage children to read six books over the summer break. Photos will follow, probably next week. I’ve also been leveraging my old business analysis skills to help out with a wide ranging review of the
restructure review that the library service went through recently. For the most part I’ve been engaged in deriving quantified data from the reams of interviews and survey questions answered by staff. Not a lot I can say on that front, but it’s been a fascinating exercise even if there are few surprises.
The gaming sessions are continuing, despite a spate of tech issues and the occasional week where real life has intervened. I shall get the game write-ups completed sooner or later…
Oh, and then there’s this strange game where we poke Mongo. He seems not to mind, and Lady M and I have enjoyed some late night walks recently in the cooling night air. We’ve met and grinned at an interesting selection of people of all ages, and it’s not doing our general health any harm. Next week sees my diabetic review, so I’m in hope that the enhanced fitness regime will be reflected in the results.
Other than that, we’re just bumbling along, flirting and teasing a few people, checking in on those who are close to us, missing others who have grown apart, redecorating the flat and trying to be kind to each other. Here’s to a good summer now it’s here.
It’s a tough old lark this trying to get healthier and lose some weight thing. Having dragged Lady M into coming along to the gym, she got her revenge by convincing me to join her in a Body Balance class. These 45 minute classes combine Tai Chi, Pilates, and Yoga and hit most of the main muscle groups, focusing on balance and core strength (he says, reading off the label).
What better way to spend a Sunday lunchtime? Tying myself in knots, discovering that I’m far more flexible than I reckoned on, and have a knee that’s still surprisingly weak ten years after surgery. That’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it. Okay, eating would be a better way to spend Sunday lunchtime, I’ll grant you that, but it did mean that when we got home I felt no guilt about setting up open sandwiches topped with smoked grilled back bacon and slices of black pudding fried in butter.
I have no shame.
What the lesson also taught me was precisely which muscles I haven’t been using in a while – because the first half of this week has been spent walking around feeling like someone has stapled the top thigh muscles to my legs with iron spikes. Yesterday was the first day I could get out of a chair without wincing. I celebrated by going back to the gym.
I know it’s going to be worth it – in fact I already know it is worth it because my resting bpm has already fallen significantly and a bit of weight loss has started too. I’ll try not to bore you all with it in huge detail, promise.
I joined our local gym a few weeks ago, driven by doctors’ nagging and a growing dissatisfaction with my general health and appearance. I’m pleased to report that the combination of near-daily 30-45 minute cardio-heavy sessions and a renewed focus on logging at least 10,000 steps a day is paying off. Weight is starting to shift, and a routine is starting to suggest itself.
That said, I did overdo things the other day by throwing some weights into the mix – for the first time in maybe nine or ten years. Although I thought I’d been reasonable in my starting weight selections, the pain in my upper arms the last couple of days would suggest an over-extension or two. If it wasn’t so painful I’d no doubt find it as funny as Lady M does.
Speaking of the redoubtable Lady, she too has taken the plunge today and joined up too. She’s booked into a yoga/Pilate’s/body balance session already. I shall limit myself to the gym while she attends her class. Anyone wishing to talk to us afterwards may find themselves trying not to laugh at our synchronised groaning.
It will be worth it. It will…