Something in my eye

It’s irritating when you get something in your eye.

It’s been bugging me for about 30 minutes now – but thankfully it’s not serious – and if I’m honest the fact that it’s there in the first place is cause for celebration – because this particular irritant is frikkin sun cream!!!

Yep. You read that right readers.

Davey is wearing sun cream!

The sky is blue and I’m dressed to capitalise upon the weather. For the first time this year I’ve gone out in nothing but a thin shirt and a pair of shorts – and I’m loving it!

This involves a rather large set of mental gymnastics to be completed on my part however as I’ve quietly become something of a cover up king since reaching target.

I’m still horrendously self conscious of loose and stretched skin on my upper arms and my thighs, which means that anything above the knee or too far above the elbow is completely off limits in my mind.

I’ve bought a few nice tee-shirts lately that would be great for this weather but honestly I just can’t bring myself to wear them because I consider the sleeves to be too short.

It may be vanity but I’ve spent far too many years feeling out of place or weird – and when I’m wearing the right clothes I don’t feel that way.

Honestly I just feel awesome.

So – I don’t see it as a problem currently. Just like the rest of the world I buy clothes that I feel compliment my shape and imperfections. Consequently I step out of the door with a smile on my face just like the rest of the world and feel damn good about myself when I do.

I’ve got a lot to smile about too – because I’m still on track with my attempts to be a diamond target member at Slimming World.

For the 11th consecutive week in a row I’ve been comfortably in my target range and getting used to the level of exercise and food that I need to do/consume in order to remain there.

The key to this appears to be two things so far.

Firstly I’m very much enjoying having a ‘flexible’ day where I don’t worry about syns at all (usually Saturday) and secondly I’m also making sure that my exercise remains consistently high.

It’s fallen back a little lately thanks to the frankly appalling weather we’ve had – but I still seem to be doing way more than nearly everyone I know.

Regardless of that I still feel I need to do more.

Not because I feel I’m failing in any way – but instead because it makes me feel so darned great. Most of the time I’m like a coiled spring and absolutely buzzing with energy.

I rarely need an alarm clock to wake up, still only need about six hours sleep, can walk to and from anywhere I set my sights on, and constantly maintain a sub 15 minute split time for many miles.

My resting heart rate is also pretty much stuck at 40bpm, my monthly average cardio per day for May is 109 minutes and my walking distance is 8.4 miles.

That’s a little lower than it used to be but I’m not too fussed. I’ve also been using my exercise bike more and that isn’t present in the distance totals.

Thanks to an unexpected defrosting incident when I left the freezer door ajar the other day I had to cook a lot of mackerel this morning (I love oily fish) and instead of hammering a box of hi-fi bars in the meeting this morning I brought some food with me (a tub of mackerel, spicy cous cous, garlic, leeks, red onion and mushrooms) to have as my post weigh in brunch.

The intent was to mix things up a little bit (Angie my consultant always advises that variety equals results) and it worked – but with side effects.

Although it was absolutely delicious it’s left me farting like a gorilla that’s been force fed an orchard of prunes.

On my walk into town today I’ve been more than usually jet propelled and think I must have cracked the spectacles of a young man standing behind me at the traffic lights about an hour ago.

With that kind of gas attack it’s a wonder I wasn’t hit by an American guided missile – however thankfully (ironically named) President Trump is clearly too busy Twittering about porn star scandals.

Sometimes things just escape with little warning when your butt cheeks are a lot smaller. It’s a fact of life these days…


Anyway. I must get on and get my miles up internet. There are lots of places to walk to and browse around while I listen to chilled out drum & bass and enjoy the sunshine.

I’ve been in my happy place for nigh on an hour now (Starbucks in Leamington has been refurbished!) and if I remain here too long the sun might get the hump and go away.


Windy days

Earlier in the week I wrote a rather long post about plateaus. 

A couple of people I know wondered why at this stage in the game I was even thinking about such a thing – after all I’ve come a long way along the path I’m on. 

However – while travelling this route I’ve had a few little (or large) problems here and there, and if one thing has become a constant it’s that nothing remains the same. 

The issues I’m referring to are physical ones (rather than mental battles). They’ve ranged from simple blisters and the occasional back pain associated with the large amount of walking I that I do to much more tricky (and painful) things like shin splints and plantar fasciitis (which dogged me for quite a while earlier on). 

These are things I view as ‘par for the course’ though and I don’t really lose sleep over them. They’re an occupational hazard and to be expected for anyone that has an active lifestyle. 

If you use it you might hurt it. True fact. 

At the moment however I’ve been noticing that whilst everything else about me is shrinking my stomach has (at times) grown

This hasn’t been something I’ve been previously all that fussed with as overall it’s got a lot smaller over time – and this part of my profile is (ahem) something of a family trait

However lately I have noticed periods where my (usually comical) flatulence has become something far beyond something that I fell I can pass off as a joke.

It’s become so much of an issue at times that my eating behaviours have been dictated by whether I need to be around people or not. Because of this I have fallen into the habit of eating next to nothing until early evening.  

Initially when I noticed this beginning a few months ago I considered it an amusing if slightly embarrassing annoyance. 

To begin with I’d just become hyper aware that it’s been increasingly impossible to stealthily fart without my giant ass cheeks to subdue and regulate the escaping pump. 

I hadn’t realised how useful having a big fat ass was until it was gone. 

I know that this makes me an eventful companion to twalk with at times but thankfully my ‘mishaps’ are always taken in good humour. 

However around the same time as last week’s gain I noticed a significant increase in wind and problems with sleep. At the same time I had a barrel like feel around my midriff. My trousers had also become tighter at the waistband and this was accompanied by the kind of dull ache that I can only describe as a backed up bowel movement. 
My problem doesn’t seem to be regularity however. That’s not cureently an issue. Things are passing through ok – but I’m still getting huge amounts of flatulence and a feeling of bloating. 

I’ve looked up the kind of foods that can cause this (this also includes artificial sweetener) and it’s rather depressing – because it looks like my healthy shopping list. 

From the NHS pages

Some carbohydrates in food can’t be digested and absorbed by the intestines. These pass down into your colon to be broken down by bacteria, producing gas, which is released as flatulence.

Foods containing a high amount of unabsorbable carbohydrates include:

  • beans
  • broccoli
  • cabbage
  • cauliflower
  • artichokes
  • pulses
  • lentils
  • onions
  • prunes
  • apples
  • Brussels sprouts

The lists elsewhere go on and on – but I’ve decided I need to try something new. 

A friend recommended (and helpfully ordered for me) a probiotic product called Bimuno Powder – which she’s had a lot of success with herself – and for the last few days I’ve been trying it out. 

It’s early days – but I think there has already been some improvement. 

I’m also trying to cut down on portion sizes (again – this is still my weakness) and see how I go. 

So – who knows what this means for the scales?

Exercise wise I’m still doing all the walking I planned – and since I started my new job at the end of week four I’ve still managed to hit a total of 280+ miles and an average of 20000 steps a day. 


My eating this week has also been completely in line with my plan and on paper I’m doing well. 

Bowel and retention wise though I don’t know….

We’ll find out tomorrow internet!

Fingers crossed it’s not a gain. 🤞