Operation Don’t Die - Update.

I am, frankly, not much further on. I’m still alive, which I suppose is a victory of sorts. Truth is though, I have made progress recently, but in a slightly different way. I’ve made progress not in terms of obvious weight-loss, but more in terms of an improved diet and an increase in exercise, which should, in the long-term, assist with the weight loss.

Katie has declared that among the many varied things she wants to be when she grows up are an ‘Olympic swimmer’ and a ‘professional footballer’. As such she’s taken a keen interest in exercise and healthy eating and I figured it was an ideal time to get on this bandwagon while I have an excuse. As such, we’ve been paying regular visits to a local field to indulge in races, jogging, tennis and football, all of which leave us in a state of happy exhaustion, content in the feeling of our fast-beating hearts as we lay on the grass.

More often than I’ve been entirely comfortable with, we’ve had to arrange a slightly tweaked version of whatever food we prepare for the sake of my crap taste buds and over-fussiness. Coinciding with the exercise, I have decided to do away with the meal-amendments (where possible – I’m still not putting up with melted cheese), and have the same as everyone else. So far I’ve not been disgusted, but neither have I discovered any hitherto unknown taste sensations. As the meals are generally quite a bit healthier, I’m counting it as a win.

So not great strides, but I think some useful groundwork laid. Onwards and upwards, eh?