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Just a normal Saturday at home today, George chucked the bits of his lunch he didn’t fancy so I asked Matthew to help me clean up, but by making it fun. I suggested he build a tower from the MegaBlocks on the floor so that I could then vacuum around (yes vacuuming around is a man thing but at least we moved the bricks).
Here is what followed.
On the 24th January 2013 I started dieting again. This time the ‘Fast Diet (5/2)’*. This diet featured on BBC’s Horizon back in 2012, the presenter Dr Michael Mosley continues talking about the benefits at every opportunity. At the same time I started with the exercise again.
Any of my Twitter friends reading this will know I’ve tried many times over the years to shed a few pounds and I usually do shed a few pounds. However, last week I vowed to stop standing on the scales for a week. I’d got into that habit of weighing myself every day, not good.
This morning Tuesday 19th February), as I had promised myself, I stepped, gingerly, onto the weighing device.
On the 24th of January I weighed 17 stone 3 pounds (109 kg / 241 lb), this morning the scales said 16 stone 1 pound (102.1 kg / 225 lb), that is a loss of:
1 stone 2 pounds (-6.9 kg / -16 lb) – In 26 days!*
I’m very happy with this, I’m about halfway to my weight-loss goal, I know it’s going to slow down now, the weight loss. But the diet won’t get any harder, the 5/2 concept is just so easy to follow.
To celebrate I’ve signed up for the local park run, I suspect the exercise IS going to get harder…
* If you want to investigate the Fast Diet look here: http://thefastdiet.co.uk/
* Seek medical advice before embarking on radical dietary changes, this diet doesn’t suit various medical conditions,supervision maybe required.
Today I started Project PET. PET stands for ‘Procrastination Ends TODAY’. This is going to be dynamic… for me.
While we shouldn’t blame front line bank staff for the banking cock-ups of the last decade, the truth is that the banks have put none sales people into sales roles. Retail bankers with relevant experience in their traditional roles have had their numbers diluted by this practice.
These sales roles didn’t exist when bank staff consisted of professional bankers. The introduction of selling and sales targets to people who left school and chose to work in a safe respected industry brought about resentment and disillusionment among experienced staff.
Time served staff were hoisted out on the back of restructuring, mergers and takeovers. People who could sell we’re kept, new people who couldn’t sell were recruited en mass, low salaries, possibilities of high commission, high staff turnover.
This new breed of sales staff mis-sold loans, credit cards, insurances etc. They were badly trained sales people with no eye for the intricacies of the complex decisions required of long term, expensive financial choices.
It probably started with deregulation, when companies used to selling tangible manufactured items had the cash to set up banking divisions. Tesco, Sainsbury, Virgin et al, corporations that knew how to shift product.
Like everything that the human race has fucked up, it’s made some rich people very rich, a lot of people ill and will take many many years to correct and improve.
Sundays normally take one of two forms, lazy day of chilling before the week’s return to work or busy trying to cram activity in, before the week’s return to work.
Today wasn’t really that different, Nicky and I woke before the boys, quite early for a Sunday, earlier than 9 I think. After a while I could hear Matthew scuttling about. Matthew is seven, a good age for celebration day scuttling. On Christmas morning he moves about his room wondering whether it is too early to go wake mum and dad, or maybe his older brother.
Today Matthew was scuttling because it was Fathers’ Day.
I sat in bed, smiling, not because I was going to get spoilt, maybe, but at that boy’s excitement. Nicky and I had eaten breakfast, I’d been served scrambled egg on toast, tea and fresh orange. Mum went to get Matthew who in turn went for James while Nicky carried George in. That was my day made, wife and three kids on the bed. My eldest, Tom (step-son) was fast asleep in his room, he works weekend evenings in a bar. At 6 foot something there was no room on the bed for him to, though I’m sure we’d have squozed up for him.
Thanks for all my birthday wishes, very kind.
I’ve had a chest pain all day so toddled off to A&E at 9pm, got home at 11:20. Stepping Hill Hospital are ace, got whizzed through triage, bloods & x-ray and two doctors.
Pleurisy it seems.
My iPhone 4 has got a little sluggish and it’s 32GB (well, available 29.something GB) is usually full. I’m sure an early upgrade is available soon, but that costs money right?
I log onto O2, go to the ‘upgrade’ panel where they’ve so far turned me away as often as a drunken adolescent in trainers at a nightclub door (I was an 80′s adolescent, casual footwear was a no-no).
It seems I’m due an upgrade, still early though, I think my actual date is August 2012, there maybe an iPhone 5 by then. Well, as I’m there I’ll do the costing exercise. It whiles away the time normally spent thinking about how I’d spend a lottery win, if I ever bought a lottery ticket.
I hop across to Mazuma to get a selling price for the old phone. Hmm, that’s ok.
Back to O2 online, where now Lucy the online advisor is wanting to help me. I enquire, she takes me through security and ‘goes’ to check if I qualify….
While I’m waiting I look at the upgrade/tariffs on the website. In theory it seems I can get the iPhone 4s, 64Gb, same text/mins and 2GB Data (now 1GB) for £11 a month less!
Here’s the real sweetener, the cash outlay for the upgrade is £65 less than what Mazuma would give me for old phone…
Hang on, Lucy the O2 advisor is back, bugger, I’m not entitled until March 2013. Not August or May 2012. She doesn’t ask “is there anything else I can help you with today”, I sullenly type “thank you, bye” and click the ‘end chat’ with the full force of my mouse button. That showed Lucy the O2 online chat advisor.
As I was still logged onto O2, I pinched my self and re-read the techno-bling about the 4s. Then, with the flash of a light bulb moment, proceeded to checkout. It went through!
So, O2 are paying me to swap to the tune of £65 (Mazuma) and I’m £11 a month better off? No actually, O2 have offered me £75 via their recycling system.
Maybe I’m tied in for another 18 months (in theory) and maybe the tariff is pricey but from where I’m sat, this is a good upgrade.
Lucy, if you process the sale, I hope you still get some commission, it clearly is not your fault that O2 has senior moments…
What is it with you people, how do you find time to do anything, at all. Lets think about it I decided some time ago that I just wasn’t getting the things done that I wanted to. I don’t mean the important stuff like getting the MOT done on the car or making a dentist appointment.
No, what I mean is the things I want to do for myself:
1. I want to read, I want to read lots. Newspapers and books, books mostly but newspapers seem more accessible, that said, I pick up a weekend newspaper and it ends up in the magazine rack still in it’s plastic bag. I have a book pile as tall as me just waiting to be read
CAN’T EVEN FIND TIME TO FINISH THIS BLOG!
After six days off work I reached into the wardrobe this morning, bleary eyed, to grab a pair of work trousers. Pulling out my favourite office pants, the now button-less ones, I popped them on. The button issue doesn’t matter as the flaw it is hidden by a well placed belt buckle.
Feet, calves, thighs presented no problem, however once over my arse I was sporting v-neck trousers, these mothers ain’t ever going to ‘fasten’.
Declaring it dress down Thursday I donned a pair of jeans and headed off to the office.
The thing is I’m off work for ten days, working just the Thursday (today – day 7) before a long weekend. This brings me to an annoying trait (yes, just one of many), I have a tendency to diet during holidays; diet and exercise. I guess this may categorise me as a comfort eater because I clearly stuff my face the rest of the time.
I’m beginning to think the ‘diet during holidays’ thing is possibly an urban myth. I know it’s the Easter holidays and as religious as I am (snort) I’ve adopted a very strict policy towards Easter eggs and quality control. Basically, if it’s out of round, break it up, recycle it, quickly :-/
All of this doesn’t bother me as of course there is always tomorrow for dieting, lets face it, I’ve got three days off, I’ll easily get back into those work trousers before rejoining my work mates. I am in the office today as part of a tiny skeleton (ha!) staff. I sit here in my jeans answering the phone as “Jabba speaking”, no one will ever know the proportions I reached.
There are three of us in the office instead of fifteen, turns out we are ordering chip shop lunch, this maybe my last meal before the next diet.
What of my trousers? It seems Buttonside and Holeside won’t be getting together for a reunion anytime soon…