Not much to say day 1. A visit to the gym went nicely, and is helping in the continual fight to keep middle age in check. Lost 2lbs last week, and feel absolutely no different as a result. I am on the fat wagon at the moment. At 96 kg, a medical professional has told me I am nearly 20kg to heavy. Which is frightening. I would argue 10 is more the case. But, any weight thats off right now is for the best.
I have spent much of the last few days trying to forget about football, and the demise of my team from Cup Finalists last season, to relegation material this season. A defeat at home to Watford was hard to take. I am looking to reduce stress and anxiety in my life at the moment. West Ham aren’t helping. I came into work yesterday, Sunday, (highly unusual for me) to get ahead of the workload, and that has helped.
A disturbed night last night, as my youngest, Ellie was unwell. Nikki, our oldest is not well either. Some sort of flu/cold virus. Something for the rest of the family to look forward to. Children. You love them, nurture them. They give you germs.
Three bean soup for lunch. Excellent. Just about filled half my left leg. I’m not sure how I will get through to the evening meal. Apparantly the hunger is good for me, keeps me keener and more alert.
Paul
Paul's life... too boring to be of interest to anyone 
Aha I knew you’d come over to the dark side eventually.
I hope Ellie and Nikki feel better today. As a fellow sufferer I send them lots of sympathy (which is more than I’m getting here sniff )
Ah well, it was only a matter of time. Not sure that I will update as regularly as you do, I will see how it goes. Hope the cold clears up soon.
Paul
Sorry to hear about your football team… I love baseball and I get very depressed when my team (The Mets!) loses, so I can relate… And I wish we used kg to weigh ourselves here… it sounds like so much less that way!