One Loose Nut

Once again the onslaught of the summer season continues. Despite getting out on the bike at the weekend, it was one more memorable for the hog roast (with the daughter asking “what’s that Daddy?” – Peppa Pig will never quite be the same) at a wedding on Saturday, a damn fine BBQ in Welwyn on Sunday (with the obligatory red wine), followed by lunch at Cookies & Creme on Monday and an Indian and bottle of wine in the evening to celebrate 13 years of wedded bliss. So I’m quite pleased when Mr Salter tells me that I have stayed the same weight. I’ll settle for that.

It shouldn’t be the case, but even a long ride at the weekend can’t cover up the minor fact that going camping for a week shall result in a diet of barbecued sausages, beer, wine, and fried breakfast (no, not all at once). Whilst my hopes were high that the sweat built up whilst trying to erect the tent, put it away, re-erect once home because it’s wet, and put away again (plus struggle with replacing a section of the tent pole held together by a shock cord) would offset any excess calories, Mr Salter takes me on the yo-yo weight ride and reports a 2lb increase this week – back above target again.

Whilst I would now like to give a motivational speach on how the month of September will see a return to weight below target, I can see a month scattered with wedding and birthday cake, barbecues and parties. It’s going to be tough.

Strangely a time of year when I thought that I would be out every night has not materialised. Even finding time to post weight updates has been hard. So with a somewhat “I don’t give a damn” attitude I blog a report of no weight loss and no weight gain, and looking at the calendar of events coming up ponder when I will get to ride the bike again. Time to win the lottery I think!

Perhaps it’s that months beginning with “A” are good for me as the last time that goal #5a was crossed of the list was in April and since then it’s been strangely illusive, but for the second week in a row Mr Salter smiles at me a reports a two-pound loss and takes me back into the happy zone. Perhaps there is a link between this cycling lark and weight loss?

Next stop 12 stone…

Feeling good but knowing the lack of exercise and excess holiday fare is going to work against me, Mr Salter is dragged out into the middle of the bathroom floor: time to weigh. Expecting the worst I am somewhat concerned for Mr Salter’s mind as he reports a two pound loss. Now 12 stone 6 lb and tantilisingly close to getting back to that illusive 12 stone 4. With the first half of the year gone and many goals still to fall it’s time to push… but first, one more beer…

Ah, one of the soundtracks from Toy Story (the original) is the title of this blog entry. I know this as I get to see parts of the DVD every day, and due to TSIII coming out this week, can’t get away from that Woody for love nor money. It’s also the title of the blog entry due to the lack of cycling, the increase in beer, apathy, and so much more setting in that the blog is becoming more of a non-cycling blog than a cycling one. I’m sure normal service will resume, but with good weather this should be the time for me to hit the saddle mid-week and weekends, but alas is was not to be. So all I can do is pass on the news that I have neither gained nor lost weight (no mean feat considering).

Now, back to Stinky Pete…