The Goose, The Sword and the Springbokkie

Another two weeks and another blog entry.  It seems that I am currently living from weigh in to weigh in.  It is because of this single-minded focus that I have decided, upon reaching a weight loss I am happy with - whether it be after 15kg, 16.367kg, 18kg or 19.52kg, depending on how I feel at the time - I will stop stressing.  I will stop dreading Monday weigh in.  I will stop counting the 21 days between each D day and I will cut myself a little more slack.  I will still train.  I will still eat properly.  I will still work hard.  But I will no longer beat myself up if I haven't lost a centimetre or a gram.  I will, more than likely, not blog a whole hell of a lot at that stage either - but then the whole point of this blog has always been to serve as a means to put my journey into words, to basically journal my experience and to share the fun, the pain and the drama.  No drama, no need to share right?

However - that is not today.  Today I still have stuff to say.

The past two weeks have followed in the same pattern as every other two weeks - the occasional dive off the wagon (the most notable of which included Springbokkies - I am nothing if not patriotic - which has resulted in my body showing its displeasure by producing an adolescent-esque skin breakout of note!), loads of training with much boxing (and in fact now incorporating kicking so it's no longer boxing, but more kickboxing type of stuff), buckets of cardio, eating more or less ok (lots of salads, fruit and smaller portions) and basically just living my life. So what, if anything, happened which was notable?  Well there was a bit of a party (referred to fleetingly above in terms of Springbokkies) but nothing that happened there shall be discussed on this very public forum!  Then there was a road trip to Franschhoek - of zero relevance to my weight loss; there was a comedy festival at which my very talented son (clearly hereditary) was a mime (not hereditary, since keeping quiet is not one of my many skills) - also of zero relevance to weight loss; and that was pretty much that.

The Sunday before weigh in I went to gym in a last desperate attempt to ensure another gram or two was lost.  And people you have to understand how panicked I was - I did burpees on purpose (5 sets of 10), and skipping, and abs and 30 solid minutes on the stupid elliptical crosstrainer thing, alternating between going backwards and forwards.  Have you ever seen someone go backwards on that machine - a laugh a second, let me tell you!

And then Monday arrived.  Details follow.  Yes I know I am repeating myself, but just in case you missed all my other ramblings, the figures I figure are total loss :

Weight: - 13.9kg (a mere 1.1kg from the (adjusted) goal of 15kg, and 4.1kg from (Divine's further adjusted) target of 18kg by my birthday).

Chest: - 8.7cm (only 0.5cm less than last time, but hey, it's a loss!)
Upper arm:  -3.1cm (also 0.5cm less than last time, but hey (say it with me ....), it's a loss!)
Waist: After the initial measurement around my shirt which indicated a minor gain, I hoiked up my shirt (I know, I have no shame!) and insisted Divine measure again!  Remember last time I had actually gained 0.01cm on my waist?  This time the measurements told a whole different story! Between last time and this time, there was a loss of 4.1cm, giving a total loss around the tummy of 19.8cm.  Nineteen point eight frikking centimetres people.
Hips: - 17.7cm.  Let me just bask in the glorious glow of this figure.  Best. Measurement. Ever.  My arse is a shadow of it's former self.  Ok so maybe that's overstating somewhat but guys, seriously?  How much of lekker is that figure?
Thigh: -7.6cm.  So very proud of this figure.  Only 0.8cm less than last time, but hey, it's a loss! ;)
Calf:  -2.1cm.  A loss of 0.4cm since last time - but hey ....hahah! No really though, hilly calves, pay attention, so I am quite happy!

If we are talking in visuals (which of course is what we do), this is where we are at:

2 x puppies (2.3kg each) = 4.6kg

2 x bunnies = 3.2kg

1 x pissed off 4kg cat

1 x Hawaiian Goose = 2.1kg

And keeping in line with the visual aspect, thanks to something a wise(ish) African in the Netherlands had to say after my last blog (yes Craig, that's you!), I thought it might be fun to add all the centimetres together and see what we have:

59cm!

This sword (really?  A sword) is 59cm long!

So to recap, I have lost 2 puppies, 2 bunny rabbits, 1 pissed off cat and a Hawaiian Goose. And a kick arse sword!

With 54 days to go before my birthday, I reckon that unless I completely fall off the wagon and eat a bakery or a small child, I am on track to do what I set out to do.

And on that note, I am going in search of something yummy .....

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