Bollocks, Bollocks, Bollocks.

I’ve been a happy heavy drinker since I was 15.  I love beer.  I’m coming to terms with what damage that massive drink session has done on my body.  1.  I’m fat bastard and 2.  I’ve got high blood pressure.  

Actually I was in a good mood today,  I’d lost 2 kilos and was zooming along on my cross trainer when the fitness centre boss came over to me.

 Fitness centre boss – “You’re looking good.  How much weight have you lost?”

 Me – “1 kilo”

FCB – “Let’s put you on the scales and measure you”

Me to myself – “bollocks”

So we go over to scales and sure enough I’ve lost 2 kilos of fat.  My BMI is 32 and she told me that normal is 25.  She also measured my blood pressure 147/82.  

So I go home and look up what this means.   So BMI of 32 means I’m obese.   Yep, I’m officially a fat bastard.  I calculated in order to achieve BMI of 25 I would have to weigh 88 kilos.   I’m currently weighing in at 116.4 kilos.   Another fucking 30 kilos of lard to lose.   Jesus wept!    So I’ve lost 2 kilos in 6 weeks.  That means I would have to keep up current regime going for another 80 weeks.  I have the feeling my drinking days are over.  Damn.   Although FCB did say that maybe 110 kilos was a heathly target for me.  That’s still another 18 cocking weeks without a decent drink.  And to add to misery I found out that blood pressure over 140 is considered high.   It should, however, come down when I lose weight.   But, in general, bollocks, bollocks, bollocks.

Tim, my trainer, was talking about stepping up my program to 25 minutes of hell at 160 BPM.  I didn’t think it was possible for my ticker to go that fast.  I’m wondering if he’s trying to kill me.

The worst bad news I got was that housekeeper was also tested at the fitness centre.   Her fitness is good, excellent BMI and low blood pressure.  Fucking hell, how can waving a dusting cloth around make you so damn fit.

Tags: diat, high blood pressure, losing weight, overweight