Baby it's cold outside

I realise it's been a while since I checked in, but this interminable winter weather has driven me underground forcing me to live a hobbit-like existence.

I haven't been to a fat fighters meeting for about three weeks and the chances of me venturing outside to go running or anything else that exposes me to this rubbish weather, are slimmer than a catwalk model on a starvation diet who has spent the weekend yacking on the porcelain telephone, (did I go too far with that?)

The point is that to add to the growing list of ailments and excuses for doing anything more challenging than sitting on my arse and watching telly, I have decided that I clearly suffer from Seasonal Adjustment Disorder (SAD).

I just hate the winter. I hate the cold, and the dark and wind and the rain and the fact it goes on for ever and ever without any let up.

The snow is a nice distraction and makes for scenic pics, but the rest of the time it is just rubbish, with a capital SH.

I don't know if I do suffer from SAD for sure, but I do know that when it's as miserable as this all I want to do is eat cake and stay indoors, trying to stay warm.

Because of that I have decided I won't be running the Bath Half Marathon and will instead set my sights on getting fit for the Bristol 10K, which is in May, when the sun shines and everything is lovely again.

It was with a heavy heart of course that I made this decision, but I'm nothing if not a realist, and I know in reality there is no way I will be fit enough to run 13 miles by March 15, which at time of writing is just six weeks away.

I have tried but I just can't train in the winter, I have no motivation and no desire to be anything other a ginger fat bloke trudging round in the cold, wrapped up nice and warm.

I admire anybody who can spend their evening out there, but it just isn't for me and I only managed three or four runs last month, when it should have been about three a week.

It's not great for the diet, I have been the same weight since the start of January, with just a bit of fluctuation, at around 17st 3lbs.

I am pleased that I haven't piled loads on and if I was in a casino I would still be well up as the total I've lost is still around 20 lbs.

But it is frustrating not to have moved forward much, especially as January went by like a bullet and before I know it we will be two weeks away from the 10K in May and I will be making excuses as to why I am still eating pizza for breakfast and borrowing clothes from the half ton son.

So I have resolved to start again this week, turn the fat clock back to zero and launch a fresh assault on mount obesity.

The first thing I intended to do was walk into work, but, you know, it was really cold and snowy, so I took the car. Looks like I'll have to wait for this Arctic weather front to move on. And then things will change, oh yes, we'll see some action then, just you watch this space, you won't see me for dust, the Guinness book of records will need to clear an entry dedicated to the most effort one person ever put into losing weight. Maybe.