Saturday; a rest day as I ache from the gym. My day can therefore be summed up as follows:
- Fill drugs dispensers for the next two weeks
- Fill squirrel feeder,again! (Must have fattest squirrels in the world.)
- Leicester lose to Arsenal 2 – 0 on TV
- Leicester Tigers smash Northampton 55 -26. on TV
- Make a pie for tea
- Strictly sees its first 40 of the series.
- I get addicted to Vienna Blood
- Match of the day.
- Put all the non electric clocks back an hour
- Bed.
A day of total indulgence and brain rotting indolence. Not a single word read or written apart from the few WhatsApp messages I send to friends. A day of unabated cognitive power saving mode.
Sunday,deliciously wake up late, a good start. Then comes the moment of truth before my partner brings the first coffee of the day back to bed. Yes its weigh in time. Last week I weighed in at a porkerish 96.7 kilos, which threw me into shock and prompted my immediate protein and fruit diet again. With trepidation I stepped on to the scales and after a moment I looked down.
93.1! a loss of 3.6 kilos.
Of course I check a couple of times but each time 93.1 is confirmed. It goes to show what cutting out the sweets and carbs can do. In essence its about cutting out all the refined sugar that goes into most carb sources like bread, buns and stuff like that. I am surprised and pleased and I wonder why I am quite so pleased and relieved. My sense is that my weight is one physical thing that I can control, have dominion over. I came to the conclusion from my own experience and reading others accounts that the PSA level related to my cancer is driven by biochemical and physiological processes beyond my control and are in part in the gift of the oncologist and medical profession. I do not like that, it does not sit well with me at all. But I can control my physical weight, I can choose what goes into my body and what I do with my body to keep it fit. I think therefore my weight is more than just weight it is about feeling that I have some measure of control over somethings physical that might just impinge on how well I resist the cancer. My training helps me to counteract the propensity of my body to grow a female pot belly and tits a result of my anti hormone treatment, More core work and building the biceps to off set the feminine protuberances is the order of the day. So today is a good day, so far.
My day gets past by going to the garden centre, watching a rugby match and the Strictly result show. Of course there was an episode of Vienna Blood and then there was the blog to write. My evening ends with some pixie skulduggery.
