February 2017

[Sweder]

I did, and they were gone, sadly. Saddened, I wrote a short poem for Rob's glasses:

Off my ass & onto my chassis
To assess the location of
Rob Read's glasses
Made several passes but Alas
For the masses
Ix Nay on poor OATR's glasses

   

My day-job has been secured for another season. 

I chugged around my long Blackcap circuit - Stables/ Blackcap/ Woodland trail/ Chalk Pits - 9 kms, or so, in 1:15. My average HR was 127, a tad over the desired 125, but hey. I barely looked at the watch, going by breathing rate. If I found myself breathing hard I slowed down. This still meant a fair bit of uphill walking, but that's OK. Perhaps my ideal MAF 180 rate is 127. Who knows? George Sheehan, and all that.

MLCMMan recently made an interesting, if inconvenient, point about calorific intake. I might have cut the carbs but I've been eating like a king for the past fortnight. It's quite possible I've over-fuelled, hence the lack of substantial weight-loss. My biggest problem seems to be crafty bowls of late night salted nuts. These are packed with calories, are remarkably tasty and there's always a second bowl to be had. 

So, the next phase in my battle with middle aged spread is to take on the late night snacking. 
This means trying to restrict intake past the evening meal to a glass of red or a cup of chai. And that's it.
This should work quite well with my early to bed/ no devices policy. The only problem is, I'm turning my cosy corner of suburbia into North fucking Korea. I have other phases to go to; that rowing machine remains untarnished by honest sweat. As Spring warms the air, so I shall slip out for some gentle strokes* on the patio.

*absolutely no need for alarm, dear neighbours. 

Tomorrow night is Rooks at home night, so bang goes the early night. I'll have to work hard to avoid downing a (naked) Rooks burger, pints of Harveys or one of their impossibly tasty pies. Bugger.