I'm doing 13 things
Had a rude awakening the other day. A new doctor came right at me and asked what I was doing about my weight! A G.P. can say that, he said, when everyone else in your life will avoid the topic.
That was a shock. Since then I’ve simply been getting down to it. This must be how the smoker reacts when told to quit or die. The decision is easy then – made in an instant.
Well this is the same. I’ve always known it was ‘important’ to lose the weight, but now it is no longer a decision I will make. It is already made. Just like that.
So I started this week at 109.2 kg, after drinking 500ml to boost my weight for the competition. Is that bad :-) ?
You see the doctor’s visit was a few weeks ago. This week I as told in no uncertain terms that I was in a ‘Biggest Loser’ competition with some friends/family. At first I was unsure because when my university mates did the same last year that derailed my cycling binge. I shy away from competition, perhaps because I am afraid of my competitive self.
This time, however, the weight loss decision (set immutably in stone) is bigger than any cowardly fleeing from a competition. So now I must face my own monster of the id.
Now you know why I lay here in bed at 1:43am, stomach growling, knowing that I’ll simply go to sleep instead of snack. Knowing that tomorrow I mount the bicycle once again.
Goodnight. It begins. (For the final time!)
