Project 42 - week 1 (hope and glory)

A big change looms on the horizon. Marriage. I never thought I'd be typing there, but there we go.
It's struck me that this may be the best, certainly the most memorable, day of my life. It also strikes me that there will be a lot of photos taken. I've had issues with my weight and appearance ever since I was... probably 12? I mean, I used to be a skinny little bugger.
But then, I used to get ill quite a lot, too.
I plan on using this blog for 2 things. I'm going to try to write something every week about something that amuses me, that's not a problem, but I'm also going to write about losing weight. Time for a few lifestyle changes, methinks. More gym, no more sandwich shop for lunch, only one takeout a week and a bit more care about what I'm buying. It shouldn't be too hard. I've managed to lose 36lbs in the past (of which I seem to have regained 24 since I started my last year of university) so I don't see why it can't be done now that I have a real incentive. And given that I tend to cook during my weekends with said incentive, getting bored shouldn't be a problem.
As I write this, after a day at work, breakfast and lunch at around 8 in the evening, I weighed in at 15'12. Weighing day will be on Wednesday mornings. May as well start now and all. I think the lightest I've been as an adult was 13'10, so I'll aim for... 12'12 would be good. That makes it 42 lbs, which is nicely geeky. If I can lose at the very least 1lb per week (and keep it off), this shouldn't be a problem. I may even make a spreadsheet, because I like spreadsheets.
This means I'll have to learn to use this copy of openoffice I got.
Damn.

Milestones will be important. Let's use...
15'7 (15.5 stone)
15'0 (15 stone)
14'4 (200lbs)
13'10 (the old best)
12'12

After that, I'll just try to maintain my fitness levels.
No target dates. We're about to enter a holiday season, so there'll be another 5 lbs coming back.

So, something to write about. Well, I've realised today that my weight only really went up when I started working and stopped going to the gym 3 times a week for an hour just because I had nothing else to do apart from job interviews. I've unfortunately retained the "I don't care what I eat, I exercise a lot" attitude without the actual exercise. While work has made me more organised in some ways, it's had some strange effects on my physical health and has made me insane.
Example.
My company pays overtime in 30 minute increments, 1.5x for weekdays and Saturday, 2x for bank holidays and Sundays. The amount we are allowed to do is not limited. My brain, having played a few too many RPGs, has decided that this is a way of level grinding my bank balance. The thought process goes as follows:
"So I can get in 30 minutes early, get another £7. That's good, 30 minutes is NOTHING and they add up fast. But if I arrive an HOUR early, I get a parking space, saving me 5 minutes walk to and from the car park. That's like... only another 20 minutes overall, which is less than 30, which is nothing. Which is... less than nothing.
Now if I do half an hour at the end of the day too, that's nothing too. I've made £21 from nothing. Let's just plug all this into my claims sheet and look at the total... damn, 3 hours off of a round number. Well, let's try to work another half hour over on Wednesdays..."
And somehow I've ended up doing a 10 hour day, manage to get in at 8:30 and just about have time for dinner and a shower. Which means I make dinner after an hour of Internet, elect to skip the shower and go to be at midnight. I've also comitted to doing weekends.

I think I've figured out why I don't go to the gym much. I wonder if this is unhealthy...

It seems to me that getting in early is fine, but a person should leave work no later than 6pm if they have ANYTHING they want to do that evening that doesn't involve taking care of a basic human need like bathing or eating. I need to get some sort of consistent structure in place, perhaps. Yeah.

Well, here's to the start of a long and frustrating journey.