Day 98 - Hello old friend

This week has been a little different. Felling a little tired at times and so wondering is this was my apnoea back or whether it was just the weight loss program.

Anyway, got the results from the sleep clinic and hear I now have only 'slight' apnoea which is a change for where I was, which was seriously bad apnoea. So maybe it is just the way things are.

Also, feeling the cold really bad this week, unlike my 'old' self. Hello 'cold' friend!

Going well at the gym now with around 3 visits a week and my BPM is coming down each visit and strangely I am enjoying it! The feeling of euphoria after the work out and then sauna and steam room is fabulous, all the endorphins rushing around...lovely.

Anyway, weigh in and I lost a further 3.3lb, which takes my net weight down to under 13 stone which is lower than I can ever remember since I was a lad and just married.

As such this chnage is now causing the wallet to be hurting as I have to buy more clothes (thank goodness for E-bay). Strange when you buy more new clothes this seems to bring out a 'requirement' for the wife to also buy more clothes for herself, coming out in sympathy for my need I guess!

This song seems highly appropriate as not only are more and more people meeting me and saying how different I look, am beginning to realise how different I feel (and look). So it is a little like the 'old friend' in question is me from a long time ago. It is a little scary at times, because I wonder why it took me so long to meet this 'new person' and have left this 'meeting' for so long. Ah well.....

Title: Hello friend
Artist: Chris Rea
Album: On the beach
Year: 1986

Hello friend, where you been so long?
Time goes by, so easy it sleeps away
Just like a shadow at the end of the day

Hello friend, how are things for you these days?
Some guy from way-back-when, he mentioned your name
Did he ever get back to you?
Ah, you know I told him to

Sometimes I turn and I swear I hear you call
And I often wonder how we lost what we knew
Seems it gone in the wind, washed away in the rain
And the years go by and by

The bridges you burned, long sinced turned into ashes
When there were no reasons, now the river runs dry
Seems it gone in the wind, washed away in the rain
And the years go by and by
Where you been so long

Day 90 - Now that I can tuck it in!

Well the sleep apnoea appears to be under control and I am both sleeping OK at night and staying awake during the day.

Having been off the BP tablets for a week all appears good on this front too! Fingers crossed.

Also it seems I have dropped another 'dress size' to 36" waist trousers (comfortable) versus 42" (very tight) at the start. And a funny thing s my leg length appears to have grown by 2" due to the fact that my 'waist' is now higher up my abdomen than it used to be! Or truthfully speaking I am now wearing trousers around my actual waist for the first time in ages.

In fact as other things have been on my mind other than my weight, I had no real expectation of what weight loss I might expect to achieve, except I wanted to tip the five stone barrier.

Anyway, guess my surprise when I found I had lost another 5 1/2 pounds last week (and I was weighed a day early!), so not only have I lost over 5 stone but substantially over and now I am only a couple of pounds over 13 stone. Fantastic!

I thought I would use this song, because I like it, and while the sentiment is nice (basically....I will love you whatever or however size/weight/grey you are) I think my reasons for changing my life are fundamentally about my health and not my weight (and certainly not my grey hairs, of which I have many!).


So, therefore, the song still works for me but may not apply precisely!


Title: 'Til you can't tuck it in
Artist: Beautiful South
Album: Painting it Red
Year: 2000

Your figure like your friendship
Gradually grows and grows
The clothes that you thought that you'd shrunk
Their size just froze

When the body that you thought of as yours
Just ups and goes
I'll be happy with the weight
Of the partner that I chose

Your quick-step is slower
But your spirit's still out on the floor
And you can still hack it
'Cause you know what your feet a free for
And I'll love my dear
'Til you can't tuck it in anymore, anymore

Your second grey hair came a month
After the first
It didn't make you better
But it didn't make you feel any worse

Your third grey hair appeared
With the fourth on your beard
Your fifth, sixth, seventh sprouted out
From your nose and your ears

And I'll love you my partner
'Til you can't hide the grey anymore
Your distinguished good looks
Am the ones young girls cannot ignore
And I'll love you my partner
'Til the grey hairs hairdressers floor, hairdressers floor

Your eighth and your ninth and your tenth
You just looked to the sky
Like the charge of the Light Brigade
Was passing you by

Your quick-step is slower
But your spirit's still out on the floor
When it comes to raw beauty
You've a whole whorehouse waiting in store
Your corset has grown
Bid you're still always first to the drawer
And I'll love you my partner (And I'll love you my partner)
'Til the grey hairs the hairdresser's floor
Hairdresser's floor, hairdresser's floor

Day 84 - The king of the rumbing spires

A good week for several reasons.

First I went to the doctor and he agreed (based on my blood pressure reducing over the last 2-3 months) that I should try a month without medication. Very positive and hopefully this will lead to a permanent situation.

Also, I have been taking tests for my sleep apnea and so far feel great, I await the results, but I definitely feel better.

Add that to the fact that I have lost a further 3.9 pounds and now I am a smidgen away from losing FIVE stone since I started! Wow!

No other reason for this song than I love it and reminds me of times gone by. Hers' to the little man Mr Bolan, I hope God's looking after you!

Title: The king of the rumbling sires

Artist: T.Rex

Album: Single release

Year: 1969

Light all the fires,

It's the King of the Rumbling Spires,

Light all the fires,

It's the King and he's coming home.

We're so windy fair

Priestess of my young soul

Mighty eagles pair

On the peace of your hair.

Light all the fires,

It's the King of the Rumbling Spires

Light all the fires,

It's the King and he's coming home.

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