A warm Spring Sunday transforms the park into a very noisy place.
I’m not sure how many football pitches there are at the ‘active’ end of the park but they all seemed to be in use this morning. “Get in there!” “Find your man!” “Go on, go!” are new phrases that I learnt today, I will add them to my vocabulary and use them when I get the opportunity. The birds were tweeting and the ducks and geese all seemed to be looking for a shag and they weren’t being shy or quiet about it. In a cloudless sky you could hear distant aeroplanes flying around and around in the Heathrow holding system.
Cornflake and I walked into the park for breakfast. He added to the general racket with his wind. He managed a couple of farts that sounded like duck quacks and if he’s got to I suppose that’s acceptable in an outdoor setting, perhaps indoors he could go for a creaky door effect if and when he absolutely must.
I am currently a slave to my Fitbit and that’s why the park is getting visited almost daily. I feel like I’m the Fitbit’s dog. I bought a Fitbit some time ago and the power in our relationship seems to be all with it not me, it’s very bossy. I rebel sometimes and don’t plug it in for a year or so. I can be a fat, sofa bound tart if I want to be.
I read somewhere, sometime, that to lose one pound of fat you need to have a 3,000 calorie deficit, that is you need to eat 3,000 calories less than you use. According to my Fitbit I’m using between 2,000 and 2,200 calories a day and if my maths is correct I need to shave off 450 a day to lose one pound in a week. 1,750 calories seems quite a generous daily allowance. So that’s my new plan, 1,750 cals a day and 10,000 steps. I definitely need a plan as I’ve been sliding into a state of not caring as long as I’m not gaining weight.
The 2 stone loss goal is proving to be very elusive, the scales are dithering between 26 pounds and 27 pounds down, repeatedly, and its very frustrating.
Park life may be my saviour,
Go on, go! Get in there!
fat tart 