Weigh In: Week 6

Starting Weight: 25 stone, 13 pounds.  

Previous Weight: 24 stone 6.1 pounds.

New Weight: 24 stone. 6.1 pounds.

This Week's Loss: 0.0 pounds.

Total Weight Loss: 1 stone, 6.9 pounds.

Thoroughly unsurprised by this. I made a number of poor decisions last week. Chief among them being my decision to have a McDonalds. 2000 calories straight down the drain and I didn't even enjoy it. I can't for the life of me understand why every time I have been in a McDonalds in the recent past, there has been a Deliveroo driver picking up a large order. All McDonalds meals seem to retain their temperature for all of five minutes so unless those bags are insulated with materials sourced from the depths of Hades, I don't really see how it's worth anyone's while. Anyway, the result is a maintain. Not the end of the world in principle. Except.

The reason this blog is going up late is that I had a depressive episode over the course of the weekend. I don't really have enough distance from it to properly analyse it. A friend of mine spoke about how they were feeling somewhat sad about being a single person on Valentine's Day and I think there was an element of that. I could write an essay length blog about my perennial status as a singleton one day. Fortunately for you, that day is not today. Truthfully, the causes of my unhappiness over the past decade have never really been resolved and a lot of the time my ability to function depends on my ability to push it all to the back of my head.

 The result of this depressive episode was (as it has been so often in the past) a binge. I ate an entire 500ml tub of ice cream, then another, both of which had been procured the night before in the vain hope that they might last longer than 24 hours. The rest of Saturday was a total write off on the weight loss front and I spent most of Sunday in bed. My hopes are not high for Week 7 of the weigh in and a gain feels inevitable.

I went to see The Who last week in Kingston do one of four shows promoted by the tirelessly excellent Banquet Records. Sadly we were deprived of 'My Generation' and the joy of witnessing Roger Daltry, a man who turns 76 in March, sing the line 'I hope I die before I get old'. Still, his voice is holding up ok, as proved by 'Behind Blue Eyes' and an excellent 'Substitute', the vocal hook of which is still in my head. He's also a more likeable stage presence than his guitarist. Early doors, Pete Townshend mostly ends up on the right side of the line between entertaining old curmudgeon and entitled rock and roll arsehole. That is up until the point where a racist remark proceeds a rendition of 'The Kids Are Alright'. Which they are, at least comparatively.

 Still, if we've learned nothing else from the past twenty years, it's that terrible people can be prodigiously talented and there's a genuine frisson of excitement in the room when he plays the intro to 'Pinball Wizard'. It's an undeniable tune and the only rock song I can think of that features the word 'supple'. The 50 minute set concludes with a rousing rendition of 'Won't Get Fooled Again', unless you were one of The Who fans who paid thirty five pounds for a t-shirt in the foyer, in which case you almost certainly will.