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.

Here Comes Another Winter, Waiting For Eutopia.

Waiting For Hell To Freeze Over*

Good Morning world and thanks for tuning in to another day here in Planet Magnet. I trust all is well in your world and that the week is barrelling along nicely for you. Here in the U.K, the rain is back (what else!) after five days of sunshine, so having had our summer I figure we start preparing for the winter to come… 😉

Only joking on that font guys, however, Heartland by The, The seemed like the perfect lyric to use given that when yesterday I spoke to a friend of mine (The Chimp from The Lonely Author) he suggested I write what my Eutopia might look like given that I am now over a year past my surgery date and the fact my life has changed so dramatically in that short period of time. That I have become such a different man over the past several years of trials and tribulations. That I am still scared and excited in equal measure of what is to come in my life. That I am surrounded by more love in my life than I have experienced for a long time, yet I feel lonely on a daily basis.

Now I should put a warning here, because if any of you are not in the mood for my truth then I suggest you stop reading now, plus it is nearly 2000 words long so you might struggle a little looking for a quick read….

I am always honest with this blog yet I do confess that am still selective about what I write and today I write exactly how I feel and make no apologies for it.

So where was I? Oh yes, my own Eutopia. Or put quite simply, where would my ideal life be at this moment in time?

I know it might sound fatuous to do such a thing but it is in our dreams that we create our future (or some semblance of it) and it is only by daring to dream do we ever achieve our ability to move on.

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Now that one got Lazyitis. And that one go it alone…..*

Well yesterday was a complete bust.

Sofa surfing was how I spent it.

Or should I say wasted it.

Yesterday was no Gym and my “one of my longer jaunts” walk had to be cancelled due to ill heath brought on by having a little too much fun at the weekend if you get my meaning ☺️☺️☺️. So instead of being active to give you guys reports of walks and screenshots of calories consumed etc, I spent the day laying on the sofa in complete dismay with myself and if I am honest feeling rather embarrassed after all I said to you guys about the month of July being one of change where no alcohol would be consumed and I would steer clear of any other unhealthy vice along the way.

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Lazy Sunday Afternoon

I’ve got no mind to worry…..

Morning everyone and a happy Monday to you all!

Did you have a good weekend? I did and I didn’t. I had a great night a the quiz (we won by the way) and then on Saturday I was so bloody lazy, it was incrediible that I even remembered to breath. No gym, no walking the dog, just plenty of sofa surfing and lots of Zzzz’s. And do you know the best thing? The best thing was that at day two of doing nothing, I didn’t feel guilty at all, I just felt tired. I was so looking forward to getting into my bed at the end of the night so I could get back to reading my book, I even went up the metaphorical big wooden hill to Bedfordshire earlier than normal. So well rested, I expected to get up today full of beans and get out there doing stuff. But that wasn’t the case, something was amiss and although I managed to take the dog on a little walk, it wasn’t anywhere near enough to get the old blood pumping so tomorrow I will make sure there is a good yomp and one that I take pictures of so I can share it all with you guys tomorrow.

Watch this space.

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