A bit of a mixed weekend, this weekend.

On Friday I went to my 12th speed dating event, at a venue somewhere in Leicester Square. I’d started a little bit late – firstly because I was certain the event started at 7.30 rather than 7pm, and secondly because I had to use the loo for a significant amount of time.
The turnout at the event was unprecedented: 24 girls to just 19 guys. Unfortunately most of them looked a lot better than their revealed personalities, as is usually the case.

The event was significant because it was the first time I drank anything other than water, black coffee or black tea. The taste of Jack and Coke – the drink of true playaz – was just too irresistible… but I kept my intention of making up for it at the gym.

Saturday was an eye-opener as well. I treated myself to a meal at the Fine Burger Company in Finchley Road, having not had anything apart from a bar that day.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, but one thing was certain: I could not eat much of that meal. Back when I was grossly overweight, I’d have been able to devour the whole thing without a second thought, and go for dessert. This time around, I could taste all the grease and fat in the food, and I was conscious of being full.
I began to think: do I really want to eat this kind of food? If I did, I’d be far better off cooking it myself.

Yesterday I hit the gym as I’d promised myself, and am proud to have completed 1km on the cross trainer. It took just over 16 minutes, so I’m not sure whether it’s good or bad.
I also had a go at chest presses as well; having done some strenuous chest exercises at an embarrassingly low weight (of around 20-30 lbs), it was a little bit of a struggle. Today, though, I feel somewhat pumped up.