WEEK 100

"It was me: I ate all the pies."

It is my one hundredth week at work. If you follow me on twitter, you'll know that I keep count of how many days I've been here - it's part of my great obsession with statistics. I believe you can observe a lot if you carefully record the little details: you can spot trends and averages, you can see cycles and you can congratulate yourself that you made it a little further than last time. You can guess what might happen next even... if you've collected the numbers.

Anyway, according to my OCD counting, the clock has ticked over to Week 100. To celebrate, I'm giving up bread, as much sugar as possible and juice.

Actually, celebration isn't really the reason, but as it is a significant milestone, Week 100 will do. The real reason I'm giving up those things is because I'm trying to be a bit healthier and a bit slimmer. I realised that if it came down to a choice between a short, fat life and a long, lean one, I know which one I would choose - and sugars and high carbs line the path to the other option.

So today, Day 1 of Week 100, I've kicked in... which is how I found myself staring at the vending machine with a collection of silver coins in my hand. My reflection stared back at me through the glass. He seemed perplexed, as though we'd met there by accident. He also looked drawn-out and a little tubby. I clutched the coins in a fist and slipped them into my jeans. So did he.

Hopefully, a little more of the healthy living will keep me from insomnia as well. You'll be pleased to know that I slept right through the night last night, after keeping myself thoroughly awake all day yesterday. Alright, playing the piano for two hours helped. All I've got to do now is go to bed early on Friday. Combined with a better diet, maybe my body won't lie there in fat-storing mode while I stress it out.

Oh don't worry. I'm not going to go on about it. You won't see pictures of delicious healthy meals on my facebook wall. I won't be gym-tweeting either. For now, all I'm doing is ratcheting up the running and ratcheting down the processed food.