Weeks 31 & 32

One fat juicy pound of fat lost.  Yes, I know I am possibly a little bit enthusiastic about losing one pound of fat but the scales now show that I have dropped into the next stone down and that does make me feel so good. Chip, chip chipping away and 39lbs gone already. Now, in contrast, if I had joined my beautiful svelte sister this week in the Ofsted weight loss challenge she would have won hands down. Really Mr Ofsted. Pick on my sister will you? I’ll have YOU in the playground after school. 

So a fantastic big tick on the bucket list for our charity bike ride.  What a brilliant experience and we raised £375 for harrisonsfund.com.  How clever do we all feel? Oh yes epic!

 

Over 1000 cyclists and more Lycra than a girl should ever be blessed with experiencing in her life. Clearly, some people still believe that one size fits all.  Unfortunately this leads to the over stretch of fabric and a rather more graphic vision of uppy downy bum.  Thank the lord that my brother in law (Brenchie) wore good quality shorts as for the first time in approximately 20 years, I spent 2 hours 26 minutes staring at his buttocks. My trance only once interrupted briefly by looking above the parapet as Alex and Charlotte (Harrison’s Daddy and Aunty) greeted and departed like a pair of meerkats on speed.

 

 

 Annie got home first, followed swiftly by Albert and then our gorgeous Claire.  Brenchie’s Bottom guided us two in followed by Val who felt it necessary to have a couple of banana stops on the way and no, that is not a euphemism for anything.   

According to Brenchie’s super duper tracking device, I only burned 1076 calories in total.  Clearly the equipment has an intermittent fault as my body cried out to be replenished with at least 3000 calories including fizzy wine.

Oh yes, and moving on…. last week, following an unscheduled trip to the quacks, it transpires that after a brief consultation and minimum medication that my BMI still puts me firmly in the clinically obese category. Hmm.  Thanks for all the death threats directed at my doctor via Facebook, I found them all very funny. Anyway this whole BMI thing prompted me to look into it a little further and to find out where I am on the global fat scale.  Well, in Tonga I would fall well into below average weight and in Bangladesh I could probably be a source of food intake for an entire village for 12 months.  Go on, Look up your own BMI.  This is a BBC website so must be true.  http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/health-18770328

Next week let’s revisit the bucket list and again and have a little shake-up.  I love changing it around, it keeps it fresh and keeps me motivated. I hope you are not getting bored my chicka dees…we are nearly at the 3 stone marker! Doesn’t time fly when you are having fun?

Rock and roll, here we go….thirty nine pounds of fat pedalled away….thirty one pounds and counting. Sx