Lucky Number

Eh oh eh oh....no not Teletubbies, rather Lene Lovich whisked me through late 1978 as she climbed numerically higher up the charts. Rather than her initial one, it eventually transpired that her aforesaid fortuitous feng shui digit was three.
This turns out to be a huge coincidence as three times the speed of a vinyl album equates to 10, and ten just happens to be the subject matter of this post.

I had of late cause to reflect the direction my life had taken since my transplant. It soon sank home that the direction was outwards. Having undergone both dialysis and that transplant I had put on what we euphemistically call "just a few pounds". After enjoying the sticky embrace of sugar for four years, I ought to lose some weight, or risk the perilous return of diabetes.
A complete snub, in fact, to the brave and generous organ donor family.


So a simple routine developed, that of walking 5 kilometres per day on a garage based treadmill. Our garage, mind you, not the local BP.
To stem the inevitable tedium of staring at a range of domestic tools, storage boxes and the contents of the laundry basket, I downloaded my favourite 70-80s pop videos to watch on a hastily erected TV. Abba, Blondie, Cher, Depeche Mode, Enya (less disco moves for her output), Fleetwood Mac, and so on....
Three months in and like a forgetful bank cashier, I've lost 22 pounds.
That's 10 kilos in modern money, or ten bags of sugar :)

A good start you might think, as that equals my weight before going on dialysis, way back in 2008. We shall see how low I can go, and what turns out to be my lucky number.