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!

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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…

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With My Mum!

Is no longer anything like this person….

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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 Bit Of A Snafu….

Situation Normal, All Fu*&£d Up.

Well, last night I was cooking for Tasty Tuesday and that is where the problem started because I went ahead and got all of the ingredients, set about cooking and then found that there was a three and a half hour cooking time! And that was only on ONE of the ingredients!!

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Well, to say it put the kibosh on it being posted to day would be an understatement. If I had have continued to cook last night, I would have ended up still stood in front of my hob and cooking at nearly One am.

I think I can be forgiven for not doing that….

So, that shall be posted tomorrow and instead today we bring you a quick report from my Doctors/Psychoanalysts visit yesterday.

I am SANE!

I know it is so crazy for anyone to think that but it looks like I have been given a clean bill of mental health.

What were the odds I wonder…!

Anyway, I walked into the Churchill Bariatric Centre yesterday afternoon a little late due to the traffic snarled along the main ring road around Oxford, but was seen almost immediately which was great as it meant that I would be given longer to get all of these random thoughts off of my chest.

Well after an hour I was done and the Doctor had listened to all of my woes, worries, concerns and thoughts however random they appeared to pop out of my head.

Suffice to say after a series of questions, he informed me that I am doing everything absolutely right as far as my lifestyle is concerned, I was correct to do something about the alcohol problem (in the form of stopping and and starting a course of Disulfiram – nausea inducing medication when taken with alcohol) and was pleased that I had started to address it. Unfortunately there is no magic cure for the change of the body not being met with an equal change of the mindset so it really is time and positive affirmation with me telling myself I am slim and I am still losing weight. I need to reinforce the facts and my mind will be more ready to catch up.

This is obviously something I will do over the coming months and I shall see him again in approximately three months so it will be almost a year on from surgery. This way we shall be able to determine if there are any residual issues that need working out because it was difficult to pin point any one issue I am currently having because at the moment I am in a good place. I am happy with life and all that it brings, I am happy with how I look at present and I am happy with how fulfilled I appear at this moment. My Zen like state will continue and as long as no one comes and upsets the apple cart and I shall go from strength to strength.

The Doctor really was very good, he covered all of the issues but found that I had already considered most of them. Obviously I can no longer really over eat plus I am not really inclined to do that anyway. I exercise (when the body allows – damned body!) and I am active. He told me that my socialising would grow and I would be more inclined to go out as time passes and not have to use alcohol as the crutch I once did.

To be honest, I left there yesterday realising that it is good to talk, to talk about anything at all. It puts perspective on anything we might be thinking about, it makes us understand it by vocalising it and it helps us deal with it by simply getting it off of our chests.

As for me, it must have worked because last night the traffic on the way home was that bad, a 25 minute journey took nearly three hours to complete yet I was still in a good mood when I arrived home to cook dinner for a friend and I, with her remarking that I was “on one” and asking why I was so upbeat.

So it turns out BT were right all along.

It’s good to talk.

‘Till tomorrow,

Stay out of the fridge.