Today, Sunday is weigh day, when the weekly ritual of standing on the cruel machine that gives our weight is duly noted. Bear in mind that my diet is now a low fat and no salt one. I eat chicken, turkey and fish. I garnish the meat with pulses and green vegetables. I do not drink alcohol. I have one cup of tea a day. I drink water. I am, as is clear, a good boy. And if I have a tendency to deviate from the strictness of my regime then I have a pair of eagle eyes watching me and articulating prohibitions before my backsliding becomes reality! In other words, the weight should be slipping effortlessly from my frame. Admittedly I am sedentary – not by choice, I might add. But still
Sunday, February 04, 2018
Cold and weight!
Today is cold. Not British cold, but cold for us here in Catalonia. And I begin to wonder if my medication (Clexane twice a day via injection for ‘thinning’ the blood) has anything to do with my heightened perception of temperature. For the first time in my life, my feet are often cold when I go to bed. I do realise that this is a fairly common occurrence for many people, but it hasn’t been for me. The comparison between hot water bottles and me has often been made by those who are near and dear to me, so not to retain the calorific qualities of yesteryear (or indeed yestermonth) is something new to cope with.
So it was with a certain degree of light confidence that I stepped onto the scales and found that I had indeed lost weight. 600 measly grams! A little more than a large bar of chocolate – a cruel comparison, and I can assure you that chocolate has gone the same way as the occasional small glass of red!
I tell myself that I must take comfort from the fact that the trend is still downwards. I have lost 6 kilos in total and it is inevitable that weight loss will slow down after the initial confidence boosting loss of the first couple of weeks. But, 600g! The compensation is that we have never eaten so healthily in our lives – at least not over such an extended period. Admittedly eight days of appropriate diet was enforced on me from being in hospital, but we have been fairly rigorous in our application of the suggestions for a suitable diet for my condition.
It is a sobering thought to think that I am still between 15 and 20 kilos away from what might be my ideal weight, so, if weight loss continues to slow down then I am looking at the best part of a year to get to the weight that matches my height. In some ways, it is better to think of this ‘project’ as something as long term. If I think of reaching my goal in February 2019, then that length of time will allow for the odd week when the trend is bucked, and, more importantly it will allow for placidity as the weight loss is thought of over the longer time span.
I have read through the working drafts of my first ‘Hospital’ poems for inclusion in the chapbook that I intend to publish about my experience, and I am reasonably satisfied with the progress I have made so far. With any luck, I will work up my notes for another poem today into a working draft and begin to think in more detail about the form that the chapbook will take. I am inclined to make this chapbook into a prose/poetry production, but I have not yet worked out the practicalities.
There is also the production of my next book, The eloquence of broken things, which is now severely delayed, and I have to admit that my hospitalisation and period of recuperation have not helped. Its initial publication was for the autumn of last year, but that date has been put back through production problems. But that is something that I am working on and I hope that the draft of the book will be ready for the printers in the next month or so!
Don’t forget you can read my previous poem drafts at:
Now, to work.