Showing posts with label wedding fit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wedding fit. Show all posts

Saturday, 11 July 2026

Heat and Memory - the Pitfalls

Heat is a killer, as we know. British people are unprepared for bouts of overly warm, muggy weather like that we’ve experienced in recent weeks. Neurodivergents – people who have a condition affecting their brain that makes them different from ‘neurotypical’ people – have added stresses. Systems we had in place to get by might need modifying. 

In my case, I’ve gone out and bought factor 50 sun lotion, as anything lower just won’t protect me. (My skin tone isn’t connected to neurological issues, but it’s taken me 40-odd years to realise I can’t go below factor 50.) Over the last few weeks, I’ve been out in the garden, reading and working out. I still forgot to reapply and still got burned. I’ve got memory difficulties from an Acquired Brain Injury. I have my systems to stay organised, but no system is perfect, is it? 

Take last weekend, for example. My sister’s wedding in Yorkshire. I wrote out an inventory of everything I’d need for the 2 nights, including what I was going to wear at certain points. Then I tried to pack it all. The first thing I realised once I got to the first venue – the registry office – is that I’d left a blazer to one of the suits at my mum’s house. No biggie – it was that warm that nobody could handle wearing blazers anyway. 

I jotted a few extended family names and relations into my Omninotes app. 

We went for food. We’d already chosen our meals, and I’d noted what I’d ordered in my calendar. 

Later that day, when we got to the hotel, I realised I’d forgotten my phone charger. I remember looking at it when packing, thinking, I’ll unplug that in a mo and throw it in the bag. Then I never did. Thankfully, Mum had a spare. 

I typed my room number – and parents’ room number - into Omninotes. I needed an early night after that. 

Saturday morning: pollen count was high. I could feel it in the room. I realised that although I’d got my hayfever tablets, I’d forgotten eyedrops and nasal spray, despite them being on the inventory. 

I hit the hotel gym and realised I’d forgotten my drawstring bag with weight gloves inside. I don't think they were on the list. 

Later that day, getting ready for the wedding itself, I realised I’d forgotten cufflinks (also not on the list). Reception didn’t have any spare. I rolled up the sleeves, keeping the build-up thin so it didn’t show too much under the blazer. Looked fine when I took the blazer off later anyway. 

After the ceremony, according to correlating notes and pictures, I had a Fireball Mule cocktail - my first alcohol in 2 months - and had pie and peas from a vendor. Later that evening, cheesy chips. 

Relatives were asking me if there’s a girl on the scene. Well, twist the knife as per, why don’t you. They’re all good people though. Lots of other things happened, parts of which I made notes on, but they weren’t necessarily about me. 

My dad dropped his phone somewhere- we found it the next day by dialling and hearing it ring under a sofa seat. Good job the battery held out. 

When I got home I realised I still had the hotel door key card, so mailed that back to them once I was in work. 

A lot of errors happened due to the heat, a lot due to a break in my routine. Weekends away are key times when I’m likely to forget one thing or another, even with a check list. 

Brilliant weekend, all in all.

Saturday, 4 July 2026

Wedding Fit: Results

My sister got married last weekend. Great time in the woodlands of Swillington Leeds. Trees, fairy lights, a humanist ceremony and a range of Yorkshire-based caterers came together to make a magical evening among the oaks. 

Prior to all this: a plan to get as fit as possible in the 2 month run-up to the wedding. Wedding Fit involved no junk food or alcohol and a set of exercises. I was at 86.7kg. Just before the wedding I was down to 81. Nowhere near where I wanted to be, but it’s a start. I also targeted a few things in the gym and made some progress. 

Pec fly was 73kg. Got 77kg. 

Gym Master Pulldown is a lateral movement with palms facing together about 50cm apart. I was at 60kg. Got 68kg. 

Converging Chest Press is a seated machine that brings the hands closer together as they are extended outward from the shoulders. I was at 73kg and ended at 86kg. 

Chest Press is your standard bench press movement in seated position. This was my oldest PB at 103kg from 2013. Prior to a recent refurbishment at Oldham Sports Centre, the bench press was notoriously difficult to get on. The new chest press machines have made things a lot easier. This time I managed to get up to 105kg. 

Lots of Pump and Circuit classes also kept me strong and hammered the cardio, as did a local running route. Essentially, saying no to all the sugary, carby food was the biggest challenge as per. 

Now, a minor break from dieting before I try again to hit that elusive 72.2 weight.

Monday, 29 June 2026

Finders Keepers - Summer Drinks This Saturday

Put your arms all around it

Take it now that you've found it

It don't need to be no deeper

It's finders keepers

-Mabel 

Sister’s wedding this weekend just gone. A magical time in the woodlands of Swillington Leeds. Great fun. I prefer to leave my family out of this blog as much as is possible, but I have mentioned it was going to happen: this Wedding Fit project is done. More on Saturday. 

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Also on Saturday: an early doors meetup with Manchester Nightlife. Come join me and (at present) 3 others in sunny Ancoats Marina for a few afternoon drinks, starting in the new Finders Keepers bar. I’ve not been yet but Ancoats seems to be the new up and coming area. Let’s find out at 4pm.

Monday, 15 June 2026

Summer Solstice Morning Rave this Sunday

2 weeks away from my sister’s wedding and the weight is just not coming off, no matter how much bland soup I make and begrudgingly eat. So I’m hammering through this remaining veg, and then fasting. The suit fits me as it is, so that’s a start. If I succeed, it’ll be a bit big. Hugely failing this Wedding Fit challenge. 

Fittingly, the next meetup is in a venue with no alcohol and healthy vegan food. Hinterland bar hosts the Summer Solstice Rave, featuring ‘matcha, coffee and vibes.’ Come join Manchester Nightlife for some daytime partying. The only downside: it starts at 9am on a Sunday. So no Saturday night out. 

 

Monday, 1 June 2026

Sora Sky Bar Saturday

 

More and more sky bars are opening in Manchester, offering cocktails and views of the city. You know me. I love a good cityscape. Come take a look at one of the latest views at Sora Sky Bar, inside the Malmaison, opposite Piccadilly Station. Manchester Nightlife are headed there Saturday. 

A month to my sister’s wedding. Steadily getting fitter.

Sunday, 31 May 2026

Kodo

Hmm. Perhaps I wasn’t 100% honest with last week’s post on Castlefield: there was, in fact, a bristling of drama. But to describe it properly, I’ve got to go way back to early 2020. 

It’s March. Our idiot then-PM Boris Johnson shuns the COBRA meetings and locks the country down late, writes ‘bollocks’ across the COVID medical info and allows Cheltenham Festival to go ahead. COVID rips through the community and, as the months go on, 200,000 people die, including a load of my work clients (in the public sector tied to healthcare) and my mate’s dad. 

Early 2021: Pfizer announce a new, fully approved, fully tested and fully safe vaccine. It’ rolled out, and immediately COVID cases start to plummet. We’re heading back to normality. Sadly, a good number of my friends reveal themselves to be anti-vaxxers, and to believe a load of horseshit conspiracies. I try to talk some sense into them, but one thing anyone knows about me: I have no power of persuasion. The only thing I can do is block them and move on. 

Summer 2024: I’ve blocked loads of people. I’ve moved on from entire groups. The few friends I still have are busy with kids and careers. I bite the bullet and shell out to be a Meetup organiser. I set up Manchester Nightlife, a group for nights out in the city with a plan to see some DJs, try some cocktail bars and be the first to visit the new places. As the weeks go on, the group grows as more people join. 

May 2026. I now have 900 members, with more joining all the time. Last week’s Castlefield meetup takes place. I haven’t checked every member that joins, and unbeknown to me, one of the new members, AA, is someone I’d had to block on Facebook – not even that long ago – for spamming my profile with some crank far right website with batshit COVID conspiracies. I didn’t even notice he’d signed up to the event until he rocked up at Barca. He went to the bar. I mentioned this to one of the other group members, and then AA himself brought it up. I explained I just can’t have anti-vaxxers in my social media. 

And that was that. No big argument. We were civil. Then he seemed to leave early. 

Fast forward a week. Last night a few of us met in Roxy Ballroom near the Printworks for this week’s meetup. a new guy mentions that he’d been reading the reviews on the site, and someone had properly gone off at me. The Meetup website hadn’t notified me about this, so it’s news to me. I take a look, and it’s AA. 

‘Gossiping host allowed members to be rude and disrespectful towards me. I had a polite demeanour throughtout. Made to feel unwelcome. Very poor.’ (sic) 

Jesus fucking Christ. Like I've not known him for years. Whatever. The question remains: why would you go to a meetup ran by a guy who you gave some shit to online, and who then blocked you? Did you not think that they would have something to say? 

Whatever. We moved on from Roxy’s to Kodo, a new hidden bar with a Japanese theme.

 

All I had to do was find the venue and show them the pic from the website to get in, and then find the actual bar. It’d be good to go back once an upcoming wedding is out of the way and I’m not avoiding alcohol. Good little joint if you can track it down. 

Aside from all that, Magali Gorre liked my pic of us on Facebook. I am out of cereal, so my weight should start to drop soon, and I did a rare Parkrun with the family, getting 36:04. Watergrove in Rochdale is a tough, hilly course. And that’s the week.

Sunday, 10 May 2026

Diecast

Great meetup last night with Manchester Nightlife. Large group of 10, pretty sure all of them showed up too. Diecast offered up good cocktails, food, (I had the chicken shawarma, great but not cheap, but then where is?) ping pong, live music one end, a DJ in the other (house music in the end where there was no food or seats, so didn’t hear much of that) and all ended early enough to get the bus back too. 

That was my last alcohol for 2 months. Need to get fit for a wedding

Saturday, 9 May 2026

Wedding Fit

There’s a wedding coming up. Don’t worry, not mine. 

I’ve got a new suit that fits me as I am, with a little give, in fact, but the wedding isn’t until late June. Hence, there is a 2-month period in which I could attack one of the ‘Before 44’ challenges I gave myself last August. 

In particular, I’d like to get back into my older suit trousers, most of which are 30” waist. If I do this before the wedding, the suit I have will doubtlessly be too big, but with enough time I could easily fill it back out. 

Furthermore, I’d really like to beat my bench press record, which has been stuck at 103kg since 2013. Other records are overhand chin-ups (23), underhand chin-ups (20) and dips (170). I’ve got a sprint machine record of 23.6kmph, and a local, hilly, 5.4km running route that I have done in 36:23. Let’s see if I can smash through all of these. I currently weigh 86.7kg. I know I need to be 72.2kg to fit into my other suits. 

There’s a way this can be done. I’m drinking tonight and eating food with the Meetup group. After that, no more alcohol. No junk food. Fight the cravings (hence psychology). Lots of gym classes and body weight exercises. Recipes. A welcome break from the constant plundering of my liver at the hands of overpriced cocktails and cut-price Aldi liqueurs. 

Here we go...