Storebuilder Blog - Cycling to work/Fitness

I took Yvonne to the smoking clinic yesterday afternoon (where they give you encouragement to keep off the coffin nails, not to sit around and smoke with your mates :-)).

So whilst I was idly passing the time away reading the well thumbed copies of "womens own" and getting funny looks from the bloke sitting opposite me - well what can you do?

It's really boring sitting in a waiting room and reading any old trash is preferable to sitting staring vacantly into space, or trying not to glance at the girl to your right, which of course, always results in you both looking at each other at the same time and then both blushing and trying to make out you weren't interested.

Yeah I know you.

In fact when I have to take the kids to the hospital, which over the years seems to me to be an above average occurrence, I always go prepared with some serious reading material. At the very least a copy of The Times so that when you gaze up at the electronic scoreboard you are not fazed when it reads that the time to see the next doctor is a measley three hours. Barring accidents and emergencies of course.

I think the NHS is great. At least it's great once you are in the computer system and sitting comfortably.

It's the getting in bit that takes ages. If you are not in the NHS system it will take you a long time till they get around to getting you on the inside. But once you have been processed everything happens reasonably quickly. As long as your compaint hasn't killed you by then of course.

So I put down the magazine and headed off to the corner to inspect the new weight measuring machine.

This new machine is digital state of the art. It instructs you to remove your shoes and then press the start button. In a few seconds it's measured your height, calculated your weight and printed out a Body Mass Index.

Sixteen Stone Twelve!

You must be kidding me. Last time I weighed myself at home I was the right side of sixteen stone and I've taken up cycling to work since then.

The smiling receptionist kindly informs me that it's not wrong and quite possibly my home scales are way out. They usually are you know she smiles.

I'm flabbergasted. Flabby flabbergasted.

I have a body mass index of 35 which means... well you know what it means. I have some weight to lose. Probably in the region of two stone twelve.

So I've chucked the home scales in the bin and vowed that Wednesday is now "official weighing day" when I'll get clinically measured.

Looks like my "Guiness Sunday" with feet up and "Ford Super Sunday" is just about to become history. Well the Guiness bit anyway.

This morning I took the long way into the office and made an ascent of what I'm going to call "The Hill" from now on. It's a two mile uphill stretch that has me gasping as I get to the top and car drivers giving me a wide berth as if I might wobble out into the middle of the road at such a slow speed.

43 minutes for the seven mile trip. Looks like I am going to have to start doing some serious exercise if I'm going to stay around to enjoy my affiliate earnings!

Let's crack on with the UK Bingo Reviews

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