Well, amongst other things, I have been going through my clothes. They’ve been a bit scattered since the move and today I had a good sort through and sorted out the bedroom a bit better. I went through all of the trousers I had and before hanging any of them, I tried them all on.
I did this some time ago, and ended up with 2 pairs of jeans. I’ve not bought much since then, but today of the various trousers I have (and I’ve just realised – I have quite a few), three pairs have gone back into the drawers as “I don’t fit into these yet” and two pairs, maybe another two as well, are going into a black bin liner labelled “I’m now too thin to wear these“.
So this weekend, I’m off out walking again. Somewhere. Dunno where yet, I’ll decide later. Next week I’m ordering a laminated 1:25,000 scale map of the area I live in, to see if I can get some walks in after work in the evenings. Lastly, I’m getting the weights bench set up tonight.
For those of you out there who want to know what this magic diet I’m on is, listen carefully. I eat Kit-kats, crisps, Twiglets, I drink at least 4 pints of Guinness per week, I eat chips with curry sauce, pizza, Chinese and Indian food, my lunches are frequently unhealthy as are my evening meals, though I try to eat fresh veg, it rarely happens. I have a juicer that’s currently too expensive to use (fresh fruit can be extortionate, I need to find a local shop that does it cheaper). So all in all, my diet is probably less healthy than it was in London.
So. What’s the secret? Get off your fat asses and MOVE! Almost every weekend, I’m out on the mountain doing some exercise. I suspect that if I really put a concerted effort into it, I can probably do at least 1 hour of exercise every day. But even without trying, I’ve lost weight.
Hrm, I wonder if I write a book called “The Aled Diet”, will it get as big as the Atkins’? I sure as hell hope that I don’t.