100kg.....almost

Before I got sick, I was 105.xx kg (can't remember exactly, probably .2 or .3 ) but while in hospital on the starvation for 3 days diet, I lost a couple of solid kilos.

Since then I've been much more careful with my food and drink intake and weight has  continued to fall. 100-200g a day,  today its 100.9. ....ok ok still bascially 101 but I havn't actually had a poo yet which is when I usualy weight myself so Im taking it.

The next few days will see me break the 100kg mark and keep going..  Target weight is anything below 80, ideally 70, in spite of the flabby outer carcass Im a fairly skinny bloke really so getting down to my 29inch waist  65kg of my youth, would be great but I think unrealistic at my age. 

Anyway, still waiting for the colonoscapy and there's still a lot of shall we say, looseness in my bowels that the extra fibre isn't totally fixing, but no sign of any pain of other tell tale sings of a flare up. Just have to keep a careful watch on what goes in and out.

Also making a bit, just a bit more effort to excercise, slowing increasing my walking and use of stairs (though the 3 floor climb to my office is on hold for 5 weeks)
And the bike is coming out of the shed so I can cycle a bit more.

Summer is going to see a big drop off in the lardiness..

edit.,... actually I just checked my old youthful 8-9 stone was only around 55 kg...I was almost anorexic... not going to get that extreme, sitting between 70 and 80 will do, even though for my height 67 is considered normal... a little bit of pudding is ok...its the extra lard and icing on top I have at the moment that needs to go.

Ahthankyew

Uncle Max RIP

Sad to hear yesterday that my uncle Max passed away. He and Ann, my mothers sister, were the cool auntie and uncle when I was growing up. I used to vist them often in their apartment in Livingston, on the way or coming back from visiting my first real girlfriend  when I was 16, who lived near them.

There's a picture my mum has of my parents and 2 brothers, its probably the last picture we ever took of all of us as a family, when I was around 13. It was taken at Ann and Max's wedding. 45 years ago. Thats pretty amazing. They were a loving and fun couple and I always enjoyed spending time with them and their pets.

I remember one time I didn't have enough bus fare to get home from my g/f 's and Max had offered, perhaps jokingly to let me borrow his bike to get home. I happily took up this offer and cycled the 15 miles or so from Livingston to Fauldhouse. I took me hours. When I brought the bike back some days later, Max was confused why it took me so long to cover such a short distance (in his view)... I had done the whole journey in 1st gear.. I learned about cycle gears that day :D Max found it hysterical.

Like many of my relatives I lost touch with them when I left Scotland, and they in turn made a decision to start a new life in Canada so we never really reconnected.  I know they made a good life for themselves and enjoyed their time becoming commited Canadians.

I'll raise a glass to happy memories of Max, and sending my condolances to Ann. 

RIP uncle Max.

Ahthankyew

1 more day, well morning

just tomorrow morning to survive then we're on holiday, can't wait

Things are still a bit up in the air, not sure about J's visa yet, trying to get docs together still... but we'll find things to do..

mostly looking forward to long long lie ins.

Ahthankyew