Harden the F**k Up

I am pleased to say, even with my Movember growth reminiscent of comedian Chopper, I am a damn site smaller than him. Although I could do with being stabbed a few times and same fat spooned out. It would be easier than the hard road I am taking.
With a busy couple of days after my tummy bug, I wasn't able to visit the gym. But when I did I went hard and that was yesterday. One entire hour on the cross trainer told me I had burnt off 864 calories. I will say, apart from a few beers on Friday, my eating has been very disciplined. I do miss my ice cream though, but I guess you must make sacrifices to achieve success. Even last night, while Het enjoyed her favourite treat. a Kit Kat Chunky...I had a chilled Royal Gala apple. That would be enough for Chopper to say your soft, and stab me 5 times in the stomach.
I wish there was a summer sport that I could partake in that would make me sweat. It's a shame that football in all its glory is a winter sport, because summer footy against kids is not fun. You cant take them out or push them around...and its on a small pitch meaning you cant welly the ball which is a favourite part of the game, especially when you are shooting for goal.
Anyways, before I start to bore you I will tell you what the weigh in revealed this morning. Progress is the answer. Lets recap those figures.
Start: 1st November = 101kg
7th November = 99.5 kg
15th November = 98.6 kg
22nd November = 96.9 kg

4.1 kg in 22 days.

Still a long way to go...and its only going to get tougher. Thanks again for all your support.