Monday, 25 July 2016

The Flatline... again!

Staring to get a little nervous about my diet again, I've stabilised at 114.6kg, but I'm now half way between my four monthly visits to the consultant and need to get some downward movement. I've set myself a target of 111kg by the next appointment on 13th September, that works out at one pound per week. It's a challenging but realistic target. 

I need to be more ruthless tackling unhelpful patterns which have crept in, such as sticking to my diet on most days but then having days when I'm not so good. The diet works best when I'm in a regular meal routine and I don't get too hungry because the gaps between meals are too long, which only tempts me to snack. Bad days mostly involve a handful of peanuts whist waiting for dinner or 'extras' like an ice cream after dinner or a couple of beers midweek. 

The early part of July had several days when I was too indiscipline, on Saturday 2nd we went out for tapas and as we tend to order too much food I end up feeling compelled not to waste it. The next day we went to a garden party at the in-laws, for some reason I thought it was going to be a barbecue, but instead it was a mid-afternoon light buffet which turned out to be the worst possible combination. Firstly, it was too close to lunch which meant I wasn't really hungry, secondly (and rather unusually) there wasn't really enough food so when I was hungry there was nothing left. Thirdly, as it was a warm afternoon I ended up drinking the equivalent of five pints which is atypical. So instead of a regular meal I ended up with a slice of pizza, cookies and beer! Then came my birthday, I didn't particularly go overboard, but there were sweets and cake. Fortunately things have settled down in the last couple of weeks.

I got the Fitbit for my birthday, so now I'm keeping better track my exercise. The good news is that I am averaging over 10k steps a day, but it does confirm I'm not getting enough intense exercise and also not enough sleep/good quality sleep (a mixture of recent hot weather and kids waking in the middle of the haven't helped). I've been taking Allopurinol for over two weeks now without any severe gout reaction, although I did take two magic tablets a day for the first fourteen days. At the moment I'm trying to make sure I squeeze in a walk every lunchtime and plan to restart the jogging regime I abandoned in June due to gout. I'm also hoping that the two weeks holiday I have booked in early August will increase my activity levels as I get out from behind a desk.

Friday, 1 July 2016


Well it had to happen given the temptations laid in my path, my weight loss inevitably started to go backwards last week. When I got on the scales on Wednesday I was 115kg up 1kg. Fortunately, the gout attack has significantly receded, although there is still a small amount of pain in my left foot (ball of the big toe and heel) it hasn’t got significantly worse for about a week. The course of steroids didn't finish it off and I still needed another cycle of magic tablets early last week, but at least things are now settling down now. I’m planning a final cycle of Colchicine this weekend in the hope I will be able to start Allopurinol early next week.
I have been trying harder with the diet this week, albeit temptations are everywhere. One of the downsides of my current workplace is the culture of bringing in cakes and sweets to share on a near daily basis. This piece on the BBC about "office cake culture" is a rather timely example of the problems I face. Most of the time I resist, but yesterday I did indulge in one of the donuts a team mate procured to celebrate his birthday. It didn't help that the boxes were stacked right next to my desk ensuring a steady waft of sugary smells in my direction.
Talking of birthdays, it's my own next week. My wife is treating me to a fitbit, which is something I've been looking at for a while. I'm keen to start recording just how many steps I'm taking daily, and use it as motivation to increase, particularly by fitting in more lunchtime walks. Now I just have to decide whether I take in cakes next week, or whether I just let the day pass quietly (my preferred approach to my birthday).