It’s just about half past four in the morning, and here I am sat in front of the monitor. I can’t sleep. Fasting for a diabetic check at quarter past eight. Gasping for a cuppa, but all I’m allowed is water.
Frankly, it doesn’t do me any harm. The stresses and strains of the last few weeks have taken their toll on my discipline. Already overweight, I’ve gained a few pounds in the last month and I really need to make an effort to shed them… and a good few more to boot.
I’ve been consistently overweight for a good few years now, and we all know it doesn’t do you any favours. I really need to get rid of 20 to 30 pounds. Shock! Horror! Yes, you read that right: twenty… to… thirty… pounds.
The weight is concentrated around my middle, but it’s not like I eat to excess. That’s the wife’s department. Mine is a simple lack of exercise: professional bone idle-ism.
Anyone who’s arthritic will tell you that exercise is not a case of no gain without pain but plenty of pain with pain and extra helpings of pain, with a side serving of pain and more pain for dessert. It’s no fun walking when your knees creak like rotting timbers in a hurricane and send lances of pain through your hips with every step you take. Admittedly, having Joe helped. He wanted and needed his walks and my infirmities never figured in his equations.
As for other forms of exercise… well, take a look at the video below.
Going for a swim twice a week had been suggested, and it’s not a bad idea, but breathing difficulties then kick in. Even in an indoor, heated pool, the water temperature is considerably lower than the normal body temperature, which is why it always feels cold when you first jump in. That chill affects my breathing. So too does the pressure on my chest when it’s immersed in even shallow water.
It’s a problem. Years ago, hospitalised for a minor abdominal operation, they found the perfect solution to weight loss: they didn’t feed me for four days, and I lost half a stone.
But I’m having enough trouble fasting for this morning’s blood test. And that’s only for eight hours.
Life With Arfur is launched on an unsuspecting world tomorrow, and there’s a launch event on Facebook to which everyone, including you, is invited.
Simply go to https://www.facebook.com/events/1872466696358984/ and invite yourself and I’ll probably catch up with you sometime during the day.