Crunch Time

This blog will become pretty quiet in the next week or so. It won't be because I've lost interest or because I've given up on the diet, though the latter may be true in the short term. Quite simply, there will be more important things at hand than typing away about the daily challenges of long term weightloss.

In approximately 36 hours, my family will expand with the arrival of a new baby boy. 9 months in the making and here we are on the verge of meeting our new addition. I'd like to say I'm feeling the same as I was ahead of the birth of my elder son, which was a mixture of excitement, anticipation, bewilderment and nerves. However, things are a bit different second time around, which is explained in a bit more detail over here courtesy of my brother-in-law's Just Giving page.

I'm approaching the coming days partly with a sense of trepidation but mostly feeling relief that my son is finally going to enter this world. While I've heard from many people that this has come around so quickly, in truth it has felt like a lifetime since the 20 week scan revealed all was not as expected. The next week will present some extremely testing moments, but it will be worth it all when I'm given the all clear to give my son a long overdue cuddle and share that father and baby bonding that every new dad cherishes.

On the diet front, I'll do my best to avoid the sweet machines in the hospital. I find it somewhat ridiculous that in a place meant to help people get better, there are mars bars waiting to vend in exchange for coinage. I'll eat as healthily as possible though won't beat myself up when the Subway and Nandos down the road provide greater practicality. When the time is right, I'll break my alcohol abstinence and enjoy a beer or two to wet the baby's head. I've got a few bottles chilling in the fridge and I think I'll deserve one.

Wish me and my family good luck - things are about to get a little crazy.