At the moment I appear to be in quite a bizarre place health wise. The Christmas period certainly did very little to reduce my weight. And by weight I do, of course, mean mass. Weight, as anyone who studied science to a fairly basic level during their school days will know, is a force and is measured in newtons. We measure mass in kilograms, grams etc. (or stones, pounds, ounces etc. if you prefer the imperial system over the metric system. It’s your call, I make no judgements). But conventionally we refer to mass as weight.
And thus, talk about losing weight.
When we should be talking about losing mass.
Call me a pedant if you will, but I don’t want anyone thinking me to be an uneducated oaf because I refer to weight loss when I actually mean mass loss.
Nonetheless, for the sake of accepted convention, I’ll go back to calling it weight.
So long as we all recognise that that is technically incorrect.
Anyway, I clearly didn’t lose a lot of weight over Christmas. But I didn’t gain any either.
Because while I’ve been eating lots of bad stuff, I’ve also been exercising a bit.
And I seem to have struck a balance, whereby my Body Mass Index isn’t getting any better but isn’t really getting worse either.
And that’s fine, because even if I should probably try and lose some weight, I’m perfectly happy to just buy bigger clothes.
As far as I can see, my weight will only become an issue if that ceases to be an option.
And at the moment I’m happily able to buy clothes that fit me from most major retailers.
So, it’s all good.
But as I say, I have been doing quite a lot of exercise.
This is motivated partly through health reasons, because exercise is generally viewed as being a good thing, but it’s also motivated by a desire to be Batman.
Obviously, I’ll never be Batman, he’s a fictional character, and, even if we were to suspend our disbelief and imagine that Batman could actually exist, his alter ego, Bruce Wayne is super rich. So, while Batman’s crime fighting ability comes partly from his supreme fitness, agility and strength, it also comes from having expensive bits of kit, like the Batmobile.
Even if I can get as fit as Batman, I’m not currently rich enough to own a Batmobile. I do have nice little city car that gets me from A to B. It’s great around town, copes with motorways reasonably well, and is relatively economical to run.
But utterly useless for fighting crime with.
So mostly I exercise for health reasons.
But, given the recent world events it’s probably just as well to be in the right physical condition to survive in a post-apocalyptic world.
But I do sometimes wonder (not enough to really do anything about it) whether my policy of exercising a lot but then eating what I want is better or worse than if I had a more sensible diet but did less exercise.
In all likelihood it’s a moot point because the leftover indulgences from Christmas are nearing their end. I’ll soon be forced to make the decision to eat more healthily or buy more bad stuff in my grocery shop.
And Christmas has wiped me out financially until …er…next Christmas.
So, a sensible diet is probably going to have to be my modus operandi for a while, albeit for reasons of cash flow.
But I presume that will make me healthier.
So ironically, poverty might help me in my quest to be Batman.
But I still think the car is a bit of a barrier to achieving that goal.