Sunday, my rest day so I laze a bit before getting up. In truth it was a busy dream night and I woke up tired out having tried to get a prison roll right for what seemed all night. I’ve no idea what triggered this or what my pixies were trying to tell me. As it’s a Sunday it’s my weigh in day so I go off to the bathroom and get myself as light as possible. I step on the scales and then look down.

96.2 kilos. That is 1.6 kilos lost this week. The Rocket effect.

I am of course pleased but know that these are the ease kilos and as I get closer to Christmas it will be more difficult to shed the weight. I record the outcome in my food and training journal while my partner produces bacon sandwiched for breakfast. I drink fresh coffee and re-fill my medication wallets. Having celebrated with my bacon sandwich my partner and I go to the garden centre and stock up with vegetables and fruit for the week. On return my partner goes off to the gym and my eldest daughter takes a trip to the local bird garden. My intention was to watch a rugby match but I decided to clean the house. I hoover through and empty bins. I clear the kitchen. Once things are more organised and cleaner, I do settle down to watch the first game of the football World Cup. It’s an average game with the hosts losing.

The evening is filled with chicken pie and the Strictly results show. Part of my evening will be balancing my training time and the world cup over the coming week; it will be a master stoke of timetabling. I’ve committed one early evening to providing a one-off supervision/processing session for an old supervision client, so I am hoping there are no tasty games on that evening. I’m missing my Shed time, more precisely I am missing not having written to anyone in the last week. It feels odd and slightly rude and neglectful. Tonight, I shall draft the blog, take my meds and go to my bed early. It’s going to be a demanding week to maintain my Rocket offence on my fitness and diet.