By Jamie Hill
Fat Joke #875 - I was in the pub the other day and my mate said: "Your round!" - So I said: "Well, you're ugly!"
I've lost a pound. A single, lonely, measley, pathetic, stinking pound.
It was my weekly weigh-in today. This time last week I weighed 17stone and one pound. Now, after four runs, two fasting days and a whole heap of pain, I weigh 17stone.
So after all of that effort all week I managed to lose a pound.
I'm trying my best not to be demotivated. I know that muscle weighs more than fat and that in the last week I've been using a hell of a lot of dormant muscles which have had to get back into gear somewhat.
It was the Chinese meal that probably did it on Friday night. I really thought it would not matter. I've also been having puddings at mealtimes. That's got to stop as well.
I just thought that with all the other effort I was making with the no snacking between mealtimes I could still afford myself some other little luxuries. That is now no more. Pudding, unless it is of the fat-free and low calorie variety, is now a thing of the past.
To be honest there was part of me that was expecting it to be in the other direction. That I would have actually put on weight! So this loss of a pound is actually a really positive thing. It's in the right direction.
For this past week I've become a bit of a weight obsessive. I keep catching myself in the mirror and seeing how fat I've become. When you're putting on weight, it happens gradually so you don't see it when you look in the mirror. It's only when you do an honest appraisal or see old pictures of yourself that you realise. The mirror is not the most truthful thing at times. You see what you want to see.
When you're trying to lose weight, it's the same thing, you keep looking for changes but you can't see anything.
Right, I'm determined that this time next week it will be a completely different story. Let's wait and see.
This week I'll be running Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday and fasting on Tuesday and Thursday.
To get the full rundown of the challenge and to see previous entries check out http://www.theocelot.co.uk
Still only 19 days to go until my Mo-Farahesque 10,000 metre run that will probably kill me!