9 lbs, 25 days, 3 Peaks.

A quick pint to keep me going

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Today's a 2 pint day. #beetroot #redloo

Mackeral, Marrowfat Peas, and a touch of chillie

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... because I'm worth it.

A tenner

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Help. I lost ten pounds. Where is it? If every rider I'm the 3 peaks loses a kilogram in September, that is almost a tonne of fat gone missing. Uurgh.

It begins with 12

Well that's sort of it really. I've started to feel a bit more spring in my step the last couple of days and it's probably related to the gaunt faced man I seem to have turned myself into during this annual project. My weekly weigh in this morning meant that at 12st 13lbs I'm where I wanted to be. It's not much fun having to lose weight in a rush but hopefully, with the race still a week away, I've taken the pressure off myself now. I've lost what's approaching half of the weight of the bike I'll be carrying and riding next weekend. Whilst this is a good thing looking back, it's a necessity. Job done. Will check in again to this blog in the next few days to report ion any feelings running up to the race.

It's red, it's fluid, but it's not beetroot juice

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Almost as if nature had intended me to consume blood-red goods as part of this blog, today, I'm writing about another fantastic recovery drink for the bulk-minded fitness person: Tomato Juice.  Another one you either love or hate, but it floats my boat.  In a nutshell:
  • Very satisfying and 'filling' feeling from it somehow
  • Drink as much as you want - only 16 calories per 100ml - so a full pint of it is roughly same calories as about one digestive biscuit
  • Salt is normally added. Not a good thing for lots of people but generally a good thing for those of us who have sweated for a good training session.
  • Good, high levels of potassium - essential for those of us fighting malaise and wanting strength / muscle building
  • Good, high levels of Vitamin C, meaning boosts to immunity.
Okay - advert over... suffice to say that I love it, and can wolf it down without feeling guilty.

The sleep. Did I tell you about the sleep?

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This is the third September in a row that I've given up drinking. (Well... not all September - just until about 1:30ish on the last Sunday of the month).  It's a psychological thing to me; where the diet thing is physically about weight, giving up alcohol is a lifestyle sacrifice. Like most British males, I'm partial to a good booze-up once in a while... I'm sure we can all live with that and cycling folklore is rife with tales of top riders who occasionally get sh**faced. I'm sure the body can handle the pressure-valve stuff occasionally like that.  With me though, it's that ebbing-away home drinking that has turned into a bit of a crutch in recent years.  Hard day at work and nothing beats a glass of red.  Okay then - another glass.  Or a Rum & Coke at not quite reached six o'clock on a Friday... it's become a bit more regular than I'm 100% comfortable with, so an annual ride on the wagon is a good thing.

What happens each year about ten days or so into the abstinence, is an amazing upturn in the quality of sleep.  It's a familiar lag of ten days or so now each September... but the last two or three nights have been just amazing, deep, semi-comatose sleeps.  It's as if all the nasty toxins have cleared away and the body goes into some respite or something (I'm sure that's not happening, but my layman's take on it will have to do) - and deep, quality sleeps become the norm.

Of course, it might also be that this period in September does coincide with some heavier than normal training, but I'm sure the alcohol thing has something to do with it.  Won't be long now until crisp-dry mouth interiors wake me up again, as normal 'just a medicinal one' service resumes after the Three Peaks, but maybe... just maybe... I'll set myself a few stricter rules on midweek drinking in particular after the Three Peaks is done for another year.

Out, Damn Snickers Flapjack

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This little blighter got me earlier. Was walking near to (not even past) the cupboard that had the (cover your eyes:) "biscuit tin" in it.  Rainy day, tired, busy as heck with work, and in an almost reflex reaction, 167 crunchy, lovable, tasty, but ultimately pointless calories had slipped down my gizzard.  Now have to train twice tomorrow... in the rain.

Follow me and lose loads of weight*

Have seen a massive upsurge in Twitter followers from 'Weightloss' people.  They obviously seem to have picked up on certain keywords I've been tweeting, put two and two together, and come up with 7.Still... it amused me really.  This blog (in case you hadn't noticed) is meant to be fairly tongue-in-cheek.  Yes - I have to lose weight pretty quickly, but it's aimed at cycling people with a touch of guilt who've all been here (or similar).  Still - the new Twitter followers are very welcome (well - not really - I just blocked them all on Tweetdeck).  I even wrote a blog post about the whole thing on my work blog about it...  http://www.reversedelta.co.uk/blog/marketing/selling-the-dream-weight-loss-cycling-whatever/

(* Conditions apply)

Back of the net

Saturday weigh in and a week of heads down punishment on the food, drink and exercise front means another 2lbs lost. Just and so on target for racing weight on the 26th without any adverse affects. Waif-topia is visible on the horizon.

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Dave Haygarth
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