The time is now

Weight: 104.4Kgs

I picked-up 28 foodpacks from Marina, my weight management counsellor in Hammersmith, London.

I will eat nothing else for the next 28 days other than black pepper, black & green teas and tabasco sauce (oh, and there's the 4 litres, minimum of water per day that have to be drunk, too).

I already feel like abandoning this plan.

Why am I continuing...?

Well, for one thing, writing this is helping. A concrete and public statement. It is interesting to notice how this is improving my ability to feel more objective, more in-control already.

Also, recent horrors as a result of carrying this additional weight are still fresh in my mind:

• Almost collapsing with exhaustion when walking with Maria, my wife on a long, rocky ramble on holiday in France last week.
• Running out of breath and panting furiously when doing very little e.g. climbing a dozen stairs or sometimes, somewhat alarmingly, when doing almost nothing at all.
• Knee pain.
• Literally bursting-out of every business shirt I possessed. And we're not just talking button-popping, either. This was full-on, seam-ripping rips.
• Reverting to the shy, insecure (although I'm sure very 'nice') fat boy that I had hoped I had left behind.

Wish me luck!