Elvis has left the building

Over the festive period, I found myself watching a documentary on Elvis Presley. Towards the end of his life, he piled on the lbs through overeating, becoming a bloated caricature of the man he once was. I don't need to wear Blue Suede Shoes, or check into Heartbreak Hotel to tell me that in the past couple of months I have overdone things. Unlike the King of Rock 'n' Roll, I will be taken corrective measures to stop my decline, starting today.

The diet is back. I opted for porridge this morning. It has clearly been a while since I've had some as I forgot to empty my Oats So Simple sachet into the bowel before I measured my milk, which led to some confusion. I then managed to spill porridge on my jeans twice. Not a great start to the day but at least the food side of things was in order.

This morning I've not eaten anything else. The burn has been there. It has been a long time since I've felt it and am quite surprised at how quickly my body has told me to fuel up. This probably explains why.

As recently as October I was comfortably under 15st. The scales this morning gave me this reading

Even factoring in Christmas, that is an irresponsible weight gain. I've added approximately a stone and a half in two months. And it shows. I've had to dig larger jeans and t-shirts out of my wardrobe. My belt is barely going round my waist. I'm looking and feeling chunkier. And I hate it. I knew I was getting bigger too, but was in a bit of a tailspin and unable to do anything about it. If I'm not in the correct frame of mind, I am my own worst enemy and have been locked into self-destruct mode. I don't know why a change of calendar year makes a difference but it does for me. A chance to wipe the slate clean and regain control.

I'm having soup for my lunch, but will pass on having any bread or rolls with it. Then a long afternoon beckons waiting to eat this evening. Perhaps doing this on a non-work day was not such a good idea. Time will tell.