Well, I really don't know how the spammers managed to break through my google password to post pointless rubbish on my blog about sending them my bank details. Hell, there's nothing in my bank account, so I really think they are better off opening their own account and getting an overdraft like normal people. It's not even as though I have an account with that bank. Does anyone really fall for these scams? Anyway, the password is changed (again), so let's hope that is the end of it.
Since I got back off my adventure holiday, I have done virtually no exercise at all. I did a 12 mile walk one of the days and a few cycle rides, oh and some flat green bowling, oh, and a bit of outdoor climbing, but my usual regime of getting sweaty at least twice a week has been seriously curtailed. I'm not sure if it is the weather or my lack of money to pay for the gym or what exactly. I am starting to feel a little cabin feverish, though. I'm going to have to break out for a run soon.
On a more positive note, I haven't managed to put any weight back on after the holiday. I weighed in at 12st 2 this morning, which made me happy. All my too small jeans fit again. I have a whole new wardrobe (albeit 90s fashions). My BMI has shrunk to a mere 27. I can almost see the target of 25 within reach. The recent quiz on "Where are you on the Global Fat Scale?" made me a member of Chile, which is kind of bizarre. My extra skinny running friend came out as Ethiopian. She really needs to eat more.
In the past couple of weeks I have taken possession of my kitchen again, for the first time in years. My lovely, chaotic husband has been banned from cooking and making a mess. I suspect those last couple of pounds weight loss is because I serve up smaller portions of slightly more interesting food, rather than large portions of 'plonk' food. My other half learnt to cook catering for toddlers who couldn't cope with food mixed together, so he tends to cook every vegetable separately and plonks them on the plate, unadorned. Whilst I love him to bits, I was losing the will to live. It's taken me a long time to get up off my fat ass and do the cooking myself, but I think the time has finally come.
Sadly, I have also come to the conclusion that I can't put off medication for the diabetes any longer. I am embracing being a bone fide medication taking diabetic. They've put me on this wonder-drug called Metformin, which apparently works for about a year before it ceases to be useful. Some of the delightful side effects mean we have re-named it Metfartmin. Excellent. Fat, diabetic and flatulent. It doesn't come better than that.
Have you been watching the three part series on The Men Who Made Us Fat? It really is essential to get that information out there. It echoed that book ('The End to Over Eating') I read a year or two ago about food marketing causing the global obesity epidemic. As one person noted: asking the food industry to tackle the obesity crisis is like putting Dracula in charge of the blood bank.
I worry for my children. How are they going to survive against ever more sophisticated food marketing techniques? I heard recently that a well known burger outlet now asks "Is that a meal?" instead of "Will that be all?" when they serve you. The psychological effect is for you to think "Gosh! I forgot the supersize coke and fries!" although my personal reaction is "Hell no! I wouldn't come here for a meal!"
