A very windy walk in the park today, windy and rainy. Old wives would have us believe that March comes with winds and April with showers but I think Spring is heralded in by two months of shwindery weather, weather that is both windy and rainy and today also on the cold side.
Cornflake wasn’t up for a bracing walk so drove to the cafe in the park for breakfast, I walked at speed so as not to keep him waiting, I arrived before him a bit steamy.
I attempted a cheap visit to the zoo on the way home as my short cut to the cafe was very efficient and didn’t produce as many steps as the lord Fitbit required. A cheap zoo visit involves walking the perimeter fences and seeing what animals you can spot. Quite a lot on a good day, satisfying particularly if you like camels, dromedaries, buffalos and giraffes, or, don’t mind being prey and hunted by a pack of African wild dogs. I’m sure they get fed adequately but they are obviously always on the look out for their next dinner and I for one can appreciate that even when they think that meal could be me.
I get very excited in windy weather, I hoped I might catch some crazy animal action but the animals, much like Cornflake, weren’t impressed, so were mostly no shows.
I’m walking an average of 10,000 steps a day, some days many more, I’m using between 2,150 and 2,500 calories a day. You may want to save the round of applause though as this week I’ve gained a pound! WTF?!
There are a couple of possible reasons for this; I build muscle very easily, and muscle weighs more than fat. Ok, I know it’s not likely. Although it is true that I do build muscle easily, I’m strong, it’s easy to get carried away. I realised early in my gym history that it wouldn’t take much for me to achieve a 1960s Russian shot put body. It’s a deep seated fear of mine, I threw the discus at school and it wasn’t a sexy field sport, if indeed a sexy field sport exists.
Sorry I digressed, the more likely reason for this uninvited, unwelcome pound is that the cafe in the park serves possibly the best carrot cake known to man and me. My sugar embargo failed me….or I failed it.
Park life isn’t going to be my diet saviour, I see that now, my increased level of activity makes me very hungry ALL of the time.
Marmalade and I walked from my studio to my home at the end of a days work last week, 6,250 extra steps, we had to nip into a bar for triple cooked chips and a champagne cocktail to recover. Is there a weight loss diet that involves eating carrot cake, chips and cocktails? No?
I need a new plan although I do appreciate that a modicum of self control might also do the trick.
Ok, new plan: carry on and try to locate self control, it must be here somewhere.
fat tart 