By Jamie Hill There’s been a Stalinist purge in my internal thought processes. Any dissenting opinions have now been sent to the gulag part of my brain where thoughts go to die. Under the new regime that has taken over my being, different voices are no longer tolerated. Protest is not acceptable.
And all will be subject to the thought police. Feeling tired is no longer acceptable. Tiredness is not something the new regime accepts as reality. In fact those aching and groaning muscles are ‘Fake News’ spread about by the internal thought processes who are paid by the cake companies to sow discord.
All of these discordant thoughts have now been locked away with other dissenting voices from yesteryear like ‘I really quite like Coldplay’ and ‘Brylcreem really does make my hair look cool’. This new regime only has to last until October.
Until I’ve run 26 miles and 385 yards through the streets of Birmingham as part of the city’s first ever marathon. I’m doing this in aid of ICP Support - and a more worthy charity you would be hard pressed to find. So I’m doing it for them and the countless people they help. I’ve just got to keep my mind on track until then. No distractions like ‘cake’ allowed.
This comes after the now infamous Week Seven where I had lost more motivation than that time Mr Motivator found out how he couldn’t officially change his name by deed poll. I was a bit down in the dumps for week seven.
But you’ll be pleased to hear that this week thanks to ‘the thought police’ that have taken over my mind, I’ve now got completely back on track. I managed to get out there this week to do several five kilometres. I’m not finding them any easier and my last one on Saturday left me sweatier than a bomb disposal expert in a clock factory. But I did them. Which was a major victory in my mind after the previous week’s demotivational brain drain.
I actually avoided tech help this week so I didn’t log my calorie counting into MyFitnessPal and just used common sense. So to the weigh-in - On January 1, I weighed 18stone 4pounds with a waist measurement of 120cms. On Sunday February 26, I weighed 17stone 2pounds with a waist measurement of 114cms.
So, my aim to lose three stone by the end of June is still on target but only if my regime doesn’t face a military coup from the ‘cake rebels’ that are currently imprisoned in my mind gulag. Here’s hoping, Yours dictatorially, Fat Jamie