Figure this out:
Background: 23 months ago I started my first full-time job. Ongoing, secure future, benefits, super, the lot.
Downside?
It's an office job. I spend 8 hours a day sitting on my arse. When I get home I spend most of that time sitting down, studying.
Then Charlie turned up.
No time for the gym, no time for extended jogs - exercise is a very low priority, because now I think in terms of time. Constantly balancing the hours I spend away from Charlie and Mele with the hours I can possibly spend with them.
Summed up: I would rather spend the two hours after work before Charlie goes to bed with him than pounding the streets in search of fitness. And that's exactly what I do.
I haven't exercised regularly for two years. Hockey sort of counts, but it was once or twice a week and it's over now.
Problem: Just before I started the job I was riding 10kms a day or jogging. I weighed 82 kgs. Fast forward through 23 exercise-free months and how much do you think I weigh now?
Have a guess.
Go on.
Got your number?
Wrong.
I now weigh 72kgs.
How the fuck does that happen?
I think I know, but I will reveal the answers in the next post after we've had a few guesses from the floor...
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UPDATE: Or maybe I'll just save my breath.
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An explanation of The Joy Division Litmus Test
Although it may now be lost in the mysts of thyme, the poll below is still relevant to this blog. In the winter of 2008, Mele and I went to live in Queensland. In order to survive, I bluffed my way into a job at a Coffee Club.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
No time for eating snacks between meals and no time for drinking beer?
ReplyDeleteCharlie
ReplyDeleteless alcohol, less meals out, also your arms used to be the size of tree limbs and now they are mere twigs
ReplyDelete(also, if it's any consolation, and I know it's not, my chilluns were 7 and 8 years old before I got back any sort of exercise programme)
You're all pretty bloody close!
ReplyDeleteWorking hard, even mentally, uses calories; not snacking; running around with Charlie; Mele's good healthy cooking; are you riding a bike to work? That'll do it too.
ReplyDeleteYou're getting further away now: not working that mentally hard and I drive to work...
ReplyDeleteYou've lost ALL your muscle tone which is supposed to weigh more, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI agree with Third Cat on all counts
You're forgetting that I lift and carry a 13kg Charlie about 50 times a day and triple that on weekends. He's like a little living medicine ball!
ReplyDeleteYou've been sick?
ReplyDelete