I’m sure the recent news that neutrinos had been measured as travelling faster than the speed of light came as a surprise to the scientists that discovered this aberration to the ‘currently accepted’ laws of physics, and one of the major pillars of science for over one hundred years. Einstein first postulated the theory that nothing could travel faster than the speed of light, denoted ‘c’ in his Special Theory of Relativity in 1905, and that theory has been substantiated on numerous occasions since.
There are certain things in life that should just be accepted as constant and limiting.
Like the fact that cats always land on their feet, doctor’s writing is always unreadable and children will never eat anything green – unless it has emerged from their noses.
To look at things from a more personal level, there is me and 75kg. As you might imagine, while my lifestyle took more of a sedentary turn for the first half of the year, I put on a smidgen of weight – having never really been one to cut back on my food, merely because I have to cut back on my exercise. So, after I was given the all clear to start exercising, I jumped headlong into an aerobic regime to remove some of my redundant body mass. At first things seemed to go well, and I lost 2-3 kg steadily but surely until I was flirting daily with my initial target of 75kg. Like the speed of light though, 75kg started to become a limit I was struggling to surpass.
It was about then that we had our holiday in SA. Great time, but fries with every meal in the land of the meat-feast braai (barbecue), spelt disaster for my rotundness management. Then after a number of extended visits to Devon in July, my BMI reduction programme was looking decidedly shaky. After I was able to settle back into a routine again I discovered that all my previous good work had been all but undone.
Undeterred, I set back into the weekly routine of lunchtime gym visits which now included running as well, and as we know, there is nothing like running to burn the calories.
This time though, the weigh came off even more slowly as I started to remember what being constantly hungry throughout the day felt like again. What more could I do? Would I have to cut out the children’s cake and biscuit sessions at the weekend? Would I have to limit my pizza and curry intake to once a week?
After a few more weeks teetering on the brink of 75kg, feeling like Roger Bannister in 1954 after so many failed attempts at a four-minute mile, I decided more drastic action was called for.
So it was that yesterday, I gave blood 🙂
And today? 74.3kg
Don’t try this at home children 😉