So I rather boldy set and made public my goal. I thought it was about time for an update. So how have I done? Well, the good news is that I have lost weight. And apparently it shows as a friend of mine did say I looked skinny the other night (bless you, you know who you are!). And I'm ahead of my schedule. Which is great.

On the other hand - I haven't been quite as good as I'd set out to be. I've had a few beers. But not quite as many. And I've had crisps. But a lot less. And there's been other times where I've just caved in, like the day we decided we'd all cook some nice food for work. I of course didn't cook healthy stuff (and rather unexpectedly realised that cooking tasty buttery biscuits is splendidly easy). And nor did anyone else. But I have been eating and drinking a lot better on the whole and I have lost some weight. Trouble is, we all know that I'd be expecting to lose more at the start and less at the end. Which probably means I can't be complacent. Which probably means that those roast potatoes I cooked on Sunday need to be the last for a little while.

So how much more do I need to lose to meet my target? 30 of your English pounds. Will I make my target? Place your bets...

It's been a bit of a good weekend all told. Friday was spent with the boys playing poker, and I only sulked a little bit as I parted company with 40 quid. I obviously played well but the cards were against me. Honestly.

And then on the Saturday I went to an old university friend's wedding. I have to admit I wasn't really looking forward to it. I was going on my own, and I only knew the bride and the groom. And I was going to miss a home game against Ipswich, and also (shock horror) the rugby final. But, as with most things, the reality was much better than I hoped. I had a great time and met lots of nice people. Most of them married (sigh) but you can't have everything. The venue was also amazing. It made me want to take up golf.

As for sunday, I thought I'd take a different walk instead of the usual one, so I went to see how long it would take me to walk to Charlton. And I actually enjoyed the walk. I walked under the thames through the Woolwich tunnel, although it's actually quicker to take the ferry. But it was a lovely day and I'm glad I got out. But the really interesting thing is that doing this blogging and walking has reminded me how much I enjoy photography, so I'm going to get a new camera at some point (or dust off my old film slr). My current digital camera's broken, but I'm feeling the need to take some photos. I've put a couple from woolwich in my photos section.

I ended up getting to Greenwich, so I popped into Chris's new place there. And they kindly fed me Roast Lamb. And then I had the most amazing surprise. I had peas with my dinner. And they were tasty. I had seconds. For anyone who knows me there's not much I don't like, but nuts and peas are the things I don't like. Until now.

So what's the magic? Well, the secret is to cook them with Leeks. Butter. Leeks. Fry. Add frozen peas. No water. Cook. Serve. Watch Rob go back for seconds. Be amazed. I know my family will.

I went on a walk today on my usual route to Epping. I usually go on a Sunday, so the mix of people out in the Forest was a bit different to what I was used to. The usual mix is families out for a walk or on their bikes, or couples taking a stroll. On a Monday, the place is taken over by dog walkers. Lots and lots of dog walkers.

Anyway - that's not the point of my post. I'm sick and tired of hearing about how unfriendly London is. What utter tosh. It's impossible to say hello to everyone you meet in the course of one's day in London. No matter how much northerners think they can. But I really don't think people are any less friendly here at all. Just go regularly for a walk in Epping. There are people there who always say hello. It's simply because there's just more time and space between each hello. Otherwise we'd be saying "Hello" and "Goodbye" like Frank Spencer in that Scottish dancing scene from all those years ago.

And while I'm on a rant - I couldn't believe that Newham is the 3rd worst place to live in in the UK. I admit that I wouldn't mind moving at some point. But to tell the truth the more I think of it I wonder why. It really isn't that bad here at all. If only that refurbishment next door would end I might actually like it. And besides. How many people can walk up to Epping from their doorstep. Channel 4 can preach all they like. Newham isn't as bad as the figures would suggest. So there.

I've been told that the best way to achieve something is to do 2 things.

1 - Set a target that's both challenging but achievable
2 - Tell people about it.

So, here it is - my target.

Lose 3st in 6 months. Yes. I want to be 3st lighter by my 36th birthday. That's half a stone a month. Which is possible. I think I can do it.

There will be 3 simple rules

1 - No booze
2 - No crisps
3 - Much reduced (but still some) carbs.

OK - and no other unhealthy stuff, but you get the picture.

I'll record my progress over the coming months. Should be interesting.

Well, I actuall can't remember the last time I went to the dentist, so I thought I had better see one. So I registered at the local one on Tuesday. Now, it's fair to say I haven't really had a problem with my teeth, but would you believe it? The very night that I had registered a crown came out! So lucky I could go to the dentist today and have it put back in. I don't know how long it will last for though.

Still it was nice to have no problems getting an NHS dentist.

Oh - and one filling required. Not bad I suppose.

OK so in my last post I said I wouldn't go to the pub. But the very next night I did. Then I went to the pub and then on to a gig. Many beers then missed the last tube home. And true to form I've eaten badly again. Dear oh dear.

Better luck tomorrow hopefully - It's Ruth's leaving, but I'm going to a DotNet London User group meeting for the first time in ages. Dino Esposito is speaking about Ajax. I'm looking forward to it. Then I'm going to try and hot foot it over to the pub for Ruth at about 9 I think. And no beer.

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