I am not purposely trying to lose weight. Dont get me wrong, I need to but have never been a fan of dieting because I enjoy the food I eat too much and all the food I enjoy eating is stuff that only adds to the waistline.

Anyway, recently Heidi went for a holiday to Korea, so I got bored and one day I went out for a walk. I put the radio on, tuned into the football and just started walking. Before I knew it I was home but three hours and 15 kilmetres had passed.

Now suddenly I am addicted to walking. Some days I do 25km, some days I do none. If I got a few days without doing any at all I start to get edgy and need to get out. I dont mention it much because I am scared of becoming one of those diaries about people who measure their weight and start listing foods they eat and stuff.

In two weeks time I attempt the walk to Frankston. It will be my biggest walk by a huge distance. It is 42km, or the same distance as an Olympic Marathon. They run them in two or three hours. I am allowing pretty much a whole day. About 9-10 hours.

This will be the most painful thing I have ever done to myself volunteerily. I have accidently dont much more painful things but this one if of my own volition. I am an idiot. The problem is I have it in my head and I cant let it go until I have completed it. I am even more scared of what I might dare myself to do next.

As for the weight, it has come off. Not in a big way but it is definately noticeable. I dont know what I weigh. I stopped weighing myself at the stage when fat people started offering me those desperate looks of understanding. I have no idea at all how much weight therefore I have lost but it equates to about 6 holes on my belt so maybe about 6 inches. Not bad I guess.

I will let you know when I have completed the walk. If I make it. There is of course a chance I will get mown down by a truck or just get too tired to go on.

Keep Smiling

Jason

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