noodle’s doodles

I realised today that people ALWAYS tell me that I’ve lost weight.  I must get a ‘compliment’ about my weight 3-4 times every week, or basically every time I haven’t seen anyone for more than a few weeks.  The truth is that I have been consistently 50lbs overweight for years.  Yes, I fluctuate now and again, but I’m fairly constant.

 Why do people insist on telling me that I’ve lost weight?  My guess is that it’s because I’m overweight and they think this is the highest possible compliment.  At first I used to think, ‘hmm, this dress must be really flattering’ and ‘perhaps eating only half a tube of pringles is a good diet strategy’, but now I know that people just tell lies to make me feel good.  I know this because when I have actually lost a little, they look me in the eye and try to convince me that this time…it’s the truth - ‘no, honestly, I can’t believe it, it’s amazing, you’re practically wasting away’ - this means I’ve lost 2-3 pounds.  I know they mean well but really, if I’d actually lost a pound for every time I hear that I’ve supposedly lost weight, I’d be about the size of a pregnant flea.  Sycophants!

 So here’s the plan…

Tomorrow I’m starting a serious weight-loss and fitness-gain plan.  My goals are to run a 10K race at the end of August in 1h 10m (I did 1h 21m in Feb) and loose 5 kilos (around 11lb) in 5 weeks.  I enrolled on a bootcamp programme to kick my bum into shape and I’m planning meals instead of the usual tactic of ‘generally eating well’.  I’m going to really do it this time.

 People are going to pass out…  (smirk)