Hope everybody had a good holiday – it was mainly a very peaceful time, punctuated by three days of work which was much busier than I had anticipated (which convinced me that next year I won’t allow the rest of my team to all take their holidays at the same time).
Now we’re in 2017, I’ve resolved to lose the weight. 2016 was a year full of inactivity and stress. So despite all the horrors of a new US president and all the other bad things happening in the world, I’m determined to remain positive and get a bit more trim. So the lycra’s coming out, the trainers are being used as trainers, the fluorescent backpack bought, Weight Watchers subscription purchased, and Wi-Fi/Bluetooth connected scales are waiting to be used.
One thing that’s helping me along is that my work has switched health insurance to Vitality. You’ve probably seen the TV adverts. What’s different about this company is that they reward you for being active. So much so I’m selling my own Apple Watch and taking out a new one, a Nike+ Apple Watch. For £99, I get the watch and providing I remain active for the next two years, I pay nothing more. Less activity means that I pay between £5 and £12.50 a month. If that’s not an incentive, I don’t know what is.
And Vitality has provided a subscription to Weight Watchers for £30 for six months. The only downside is that there are no meetings near me that I can make because they’re all held during the day. Which is absolutely no darn good when you’re working. Apparently, Weight Watchers offers an online meeting, but I can’t see how to do that, or whether it’s included in the subscription or not. That said, I’m already using their points system to stick within a daily limit. I don’t think it’s going to be difficult. I made various changes to my diet before Christmas, so a few more won’t hurt. The key thing now is exercise.
In the long run (or in my case, speed walk – for a bulky bloke, I’m pretty fast), it’ll all be worth it. I need to buy a tuxedo for my upcoming cruise, and I have half a year to lose the flab before splashing the cash.
So I will assume my secret identity as The Snail (which is what my ex-wife once told me I look like with the backpack and the leggings and everything) in the coming weeks to get fit. I won’t be fighting crime, but I’ll sure as heck be fitter and better for it.