5lbs lost. 37.5lb in total, 5lb in 2015.
Carb flu I believe they call it. That process of weaning yourself off sugar and then feeling like your world has fallen out of your feet. Well, I’m there, slap bang in the middle of it. And although it feels like shit, it also feels great.
To be fair, it’s all Petes fault. A couple of weeks ago he caught me at a weak moment. We were sat at the dining table in his house and it was still early, probably 6.33 am or something. My brain was happily snuggled up in bed asleep.
‘I’ve been thinking’ he said.
Now, this is never a good sign. ‘I’ve been thinking’ is always painful for one of us, namely me.
‘I’ve been thinking’ he reiterated (there he goes again!), ‘I think you should join me on the Whole 30 programme in January’. I was familiar with the whole 30 programme having co-incidentally spent the last couple of days looking at it.
But hell, I wasn’t going to divulge THAT information.
(What on earth is the Whole 30 programme then click here).
‘Go on’, I said tentatively. ‘That’s it’, he replied. ‘No alcohol or dairy or refined sugar, easy’ he smiled.
And then, without thinking about Alan’s birthday on the 4th or the Run to Live Christmas party on the 17th I proffered my hand. And he only bloody went and shook it.
So now, seven days in, I’m weak and lethargic and can barely get up the stairs without a bracing cup of tea and I have Tanners Marathon on Sunday. A whole 30 miles of Surrey Hills. I couldn’t even get up Ebbisham Lane last week so I haven’t a hope in hell really.
And it’s not just that my legs won’t work. I was looking at scabby horses earlier this week like they were fillet steak and the thought of a raw carrot practically brings tears to my eyes.
Apparently these symptoms wear off eventually. I should know having been through it all this time last year. But if you see my fist in my mouth in the next few days, it’s there in case I try to make any more rash promises. (or I might just be chewing on it!)