And So The Story Ends

Good Morning World and thanks for tuning in to the penultimate post day here on Planet Magnet. After this post there will be only one more and that won’t be for a couple of weeks as I tell the story of my walk along Britain’s oldest Road.

That means this is post number 499!


Quite an incredible feat but one that I suppose I am quite proud to have achieved.

I have always said that I would share my life with you guys for the next 499 posts, after which I would walk the Ridgeway for the Charity HENRY and make my 500th and final post about that very walk.

It is hard to consider the person I was when I started out on the journey. Some people don’t even recognise me as I have changed so much physically, others don’t recognise me because I have changed so much mentally.

Regardless of which is more significant I think we must all agree that since my surgery and subsequent life change, this person…

Back Camera

With My Mum!

Is no longer anything like this person….


If we consider way back when I started this little blog after advice to do so, I was incredibly unfit, unhappy, lonely, I was letting life pass me by and I was disengaged.

No more though.

What a difference 18mths and the help and support of medical professionals and all of you guys here on Word Press who come to read my words every day. Some of you read quietly and fly under the radar and some of you read and comment and encourage. Regardless of which camp you fall into, I appreciate you all so very very much and I thank you all very much from the bottom of my heart.

You guys have made the incredible challenge of 499 posts a possibility and I am so happy that I have completed what I set out to do I think all I need do now is wish myself Bon Voyage, Bon Chance and Bon Temps for the next week of walking. You will be able to follow my updates on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram…..

So until I write and publish the story of my walk, I shall leave you with these words from T.S Elliots Little Gidding (pointed TO me by Osyth from Half Baked in Paradise but here mixed up by ME) and hopefully they will sum up all I have been trying to say…

“To make an end is to make a beginning so always remember last years thoughts belong to last years language whereas next years words await another voice”

So ’till the last time,

Stay out of the fridge.

P.S. Don’t forget to follow this link and donate to my just giving page.

A Change Is As Good As A Rest (Well Almost)

The world after having Bariatric Surgery is a weird place when it comes to food. Nearly everything that the stomach tells the brain is new and the brain really doesn’t know what the stomach is saying. The eyes look at the portion size and the brain tells the hands to dish up more only to be proved wrong when the stomach becomes involved in the eating process. This means that every meal I now eat has to count toward my complete required daily intake because there is simply no room for any extras. I need to understand that although I may want that handful of chips, their nutritional value compared to a whole food Keema Palak is zero and if I eat them, I will not have the ability to eat the good food with the required nutrients and thus my exercise and well-being will suffer.

It is an absolute minefield that I must navigate and I must learn to listen to my body and tell myself no matter how much I want something, if it isn’t good for me then its a no go. To that end I have again changed my diet a little so that the morning meal gives me a little more carbohydrate with a lower Glycemic Index so will have a slower release of the nutrients I might be needing when it comes to energy. This hopefully mean that I don’t run out of puff so readily in the gym and after yesterday afternoon’s performance in the gym, it might just have worked. I sat on the exercise bike quite happily for my 15 minute stint and covered 7.4 kms, before heading off to the stepping machine and cross trainer.

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