ex150ish-3

Second Week and Recarb

18/09/23 92.1

17/09/23 93.3

16/09/23 92.3

15/09/23 91.5

14/09/23 90.8

13/09/23 92.7

12/09/23 91.5

11/09/23 92

10/09/23 92.1

ex150ish-3 finished by chance on the evening of the 15th of September. I managed to run out of food just as the weather turned from an Indian summer to the beginning of winter, and those both seemed like good reasons to leave the Fens and so I headed home to Cambridge.

I stopped for water on the way into town and met a nice lady with a barbecue, whose husband and son were fishing at the water point.

She gave me a sausage in a bun, and was so impressed by the speed I wolfed it that she followed up with a second sausage and then a cheeseburger. Probably PUFAs, sulphites and carbs all in one package, but I wasn't feeling picky. They were great. Thank you nice lady!

All I could offer in return was cigars and warm beer, I hadn't been expecting company, and since I can no longer drink beer I don't habitually keep any in the fridge any more.

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My weird period of almost no appetite and catastrophic weight loss had ended on the 12th, just after a longish cycle ride from Wicken to Burwell for new supplies of cream. When I got back I suddenly got really hungry and ate loads. It was like a light coming back on.

Overheating continues to be a problem, lots of cold showers and jumping in the river. I've noticed that this tends to give me loads of energy for a couple of hours. A sign I think that I'm really too hot in the core, and swimming in cold water is bringing my whole body temperature down to where it should be.

I'm reducing my thyroid dose as fast as I dare, while trying to keep my morning waking temperature around 36.6, so I don't overreact and plunge myself into depressive lethargy.

I've got lots of energy. I keep going into cleaning frenzies, fixing things and tidying up and polishing things and fixing rust. They last for hours.

The boat is about as clean as it ever gets, everything is back where it should be, and there's nothing left to do. I'm starting to think about painting for cosmetic reasons (nothing actually needs doing), and resisting the urge because it is September and that's not a good time to start projects that need good weather to finish.

I've got very little left of the fatigue that's cursed me these last couple of years since the pandemic, and friends keep remarking that I seem on unusually good form. Like having the old you back, they say.

This is what I remember it was like to be me, the first forty years. I am increasingly convinced that whatever went wrong in 2010 is slowly getting fixed.

Weight-loss wise, well, who cares really? But the 90.8kg (BMI 28.7) I hit on the 14th has got to be my lowest weight for a long time.

It's illusionary of course, I've got 1.5kg / 2kg of water-weight to put back on now I'm on the carbs.

Recarbing on three burger buns produced a couple of hours of mild tiredness, during which I took Katy back to her usual mooring spot and put her back into 'living in the middle of a city' mode, with everything locked up and all tools and valuables inside.

By the time that was all done I was feeling pretty lively again, so I went out drinking. Bed at 0100. And repeat for the following three days. On Saturday I drank an absolute vat of spirits, stayed up until two in the morning and woke up the next day feeling fine.

City life!

But only briefly. Now I face the ultimate test.....