Saturday and I wake with training on my mind. My partner is on her way to meet friends for morning coffee and then lunch. I take my vitals and my morning meds and then I am off to the garage and the rower. This is a day for an hour session, so with radio 2 in my ears I set off in determined mood. To my surprise I am able to maintain my pace and end the hour with my best hour figures yet. I get over the 12K mark, which used to be my pre operation one hour standard row. This is good news, it is clear proof that I am getting fitter and stronger. I will know at my Sunday weigh in whether I am getting any weight loss, which is the crucial element. I am hoping over the next two weeks to get under 100 kilos and down to 98 kilos by Christmas.

I record my session in my journal and then send various messages and emails before changing. By the time I am changed I have a response from the hospital I contacted about my hand, they will contact me soon to discuss options. With a bit of time before the rugby I cook a quick tacho based quiche, which I an my eldest daughter tuck into. The rugby starts with England doing quite well but inevitably fall behind, it is the usual story. I start to draft the blog for the day so far.

The day is then full of rugby, Strictly, fish and chips and football, all very prole until I learn my youngest grandson is still in hospital and poorly. It puts everything else into perspective. The only thing that matters now is family and getting the newest member better. I take my night meds and go to bed hoping for a good night for everyone. Tomorrow is the day before my 28 day injection so I will start taking prophylactic paracetamol to overcome the side effects and get me through the first two or three days of my next injection cycle. Step by step, day in day out is what will get me where I am going.