WEIGHT LOSS

So, I'm losing weight.

Alright, alright, I mean mass. I'm losing mass. The trouble is, when you say it like that it makes it sound like chunks of you are dropping off - and that's not what's happening. What's happening is that my jeans are now too big for me.

It's not necessarily good news.

My Mum's already worried about me not being able to look after myself. What with the sleepless nights and the hectic lifestyle, a report of me slimming into malnutrition is the last thing she needs to hear. The Intrepids will be stocking up the freezer and making up the spare bed before I've had a chance to do anything about it.

Anyway, it does mean I have to change a few things. And no, I don't mean wearing a belt.

For one thing, I can't afford days like yesterday when I was out of the house for sixteen straight hours. I've got to find time to start cooking and eating well.

Next, I think I've got to up the exercise. It seems so weird to be tired all the time and yet unable to sleep when it matters. And you quickly start thinking about the definition of a vicious circle when you don't have time to do anything else at home.

Anyway, all of this means an honest assessment of my resources and then a redistribution of time - something that hasn't really been modelled for me. How do you redistribute time when everything you do feels important?

I think I'll start by examining that paradox, and being honest about what important means. That will take some courage. There'll be some difficult conversations in there in which I'll hear myself say,

"No!"

and then have to deal with how I feel about that.

It will also involve another talent which I don't have - organisation. Quite where I'm going to get that from I don't know, but it's turning out to look more and more like an actual survival skill.

So, I'm losing weight. Mass, whatever. Oh hey you know what, the two things are actually related - I'm just going to call it weight and if you want to be pedantic about Newtons and Kilograms you can do it in your own time. Obviously I'm not going into space, so the only other possibility for weight-loss is mass-loss... oh this is so tedious. I'm not saying anything else about it.

Sorry Mum.