Day 717 – But weight, there’s less!

When I got Covid, I lost a lot of weight very quickly. Like 10 or 12kg in a 7 days. And that was because I was literally too weak to eat anything. I was surviving on Lucozade alone (well, and Myprodol, but that probably had limited effects in the weight department).

Once I was through the acute phase, that weight went back on fairly quickly (probably because it came off pretty quickly as well), which is good, because that initial weight was quite a good weight for me to be. However, over the next 6 months, being fully able to eat and drink (more than just Lucozade), but not being able to do any exercise (see 6000 miles… passim.), I gained a lot more weight.
And that was bad, because that was a bad weight for me to be.

So now I have started with some gentle exercise again, I’m happy to report that I’ve finally been losing a bit of mass. And I don’t need to go into details here, but last week, I managed to pass a significant milestone weight on my weight loss journey. And that means that I have lost 7.2kg since the beginning of the year. Again, this weight is coming off fairly easily because it went on easily and it isn’t meant to be there. A bit of gentle temptation and sensible behaviour, and it goes to wherever spare weight is mean to go.

Given the way I have lost weight thus far, I’d imagine that I’ll pop back above the milestone weight – giving the digital display on the scales and extra 50% work to do again – before I stay under it. But that’s fine by me, as long as the general trend remains downwards.

Now come the hard yards, though. I’m not quite back down to my pre-Covid weight (yes, I have put on that much), and I’d like to shed a couple more kilos on top of (underneath?) that as well, so the next bit might go a little more slowly. But I’m confident that it will go.

Would I recommend Covid as a weight loss plan? Well, yes and no. It’s clearly extremely effective, but it does come with some utterly horrific side effects. So overall, probably not.

Would I recommend eating less and exercising more [thanks, TA] as a better method? Certainly.
But all within reason: unless there is some urgent medical issue that requires immediate and drastic weight loss, be gentle on your body and if it needs a beer or to every now and again, give it a beer or two every now and again.

There’s definitely more to life than a target weight.

Day 708 – Mending/Mended

I was supposed to to go for boys’ dinner last night. I went to bed instead.

Good choice. I was broken.

I woke up this morning slightly less broken, but went for a precautionary lie down anyway and fell asleep for 4½ hours. If there has been any lesson that I have learnt over the past 8 months (ok, there have been several), it’s that sleep plays a huge part in recovery.

And so this afternoon has been a bit of catch up with a few of the things I would have wanted to do if I had felt able yesterday. (Sadly, not boys’ dinner, but…) Not too much though, because there’s United on TV tonight and I want to try and make it through to full time.

It hasn’t been a particularly pleasant 24 hours, but it’s still been many hundreds of times better than actually getting the real thing.

Go and get vaccinated. And if you already have been vaccinated: go and get boosted.

Day 680 – Just popped in to say hello

Another blip on the recovery radar. Nothing big, I hope, but worth documenting. Today might be day 680 of SA lockdown (such as it still exists), but if I still had Covid, it would be Day 200 of that. Those adept at Kwik Maffs will already have worked out that my Covid Day 1 was Lockdown’s Day 480.
And yes, you’d be right.

Well, yesterday, Covid popped back to say hi. Thankfully, these episodes are becoming more and more infrequent, but all those telltale indicators were around once again. Weird tastes, breathlessness, aches and pains, chills, and the signature symptoms: stiffness in my hands and fingers, and absolute frikkin exhaustion. I was broken from about 5pm last night and in bed by 8.

Flattened.

A lot of sleep, but I’m still not mended. So today is all about taking it easy and making sure that I get over this and back to full health asap. Well, apart from the shopping trips and other jobs I have to do.

And tomorrow is all about another 5km. Fingers crossed (if I can do that, I know I’m better).

Right now though: a nap.

Day 676 – Five

First 5km since you-know-what this morning. Not fast, but limited by lungs and heat more than my legs, which makes a change.

So now, according to this optimistic prophecy of 103 days ago, I “just” need to knock 74 (point one) seconds off per kilometre in about 12 weeks. I think that’s doable.

And then we can start looking at some football again.