End of an era!
Since my late teenage years, it would be fair to say that I've had an unhealthy obsession with the world megastar we refer to as Beyonce. I'm happy to unashamedly admit that I've spent thousands of pounds on her brand and travelling to see her live. This weekend I got the opportunity to catch her latest show, The Mrs. Carter Tour in Birmingham. It was fantastic as always and I enjoyed being amongst other fanatics. It was practically a perfect night but almost as soon as it finished I found myself on the biggest of all big come downs. I couldn't help but feel like it was the end of an era.
I'm about to turn 27 years old. I've been in my own property since the age of 22 and not been out of full time employment for as much as a minute since I entered it at the age of 18. I'm grown and I don't dispute it, but as far as certain things in life are concerned (Beyonce included) I like to cling onto my youth. With our sons arrival now imminent, it doesn't take a sensible genius to come to the conclusion that the days of spending thousands of pounds on your teenage obsession are numbered. It hit me, driving home from the show this weekend that this was more than likely the last time I would see Beyonce live. It hit me, that I can't play Peter Pan anymore and it's time to actually grow up. Fully. Completely. Adulthood! Youth... free spending... Beyonce... It's been emotional.
Quick weight update -
The diet has been a failure. After just 30 something successful days, I had a treat day and unfortunately I'm an all or nothing kinda guy. Since the treat day, I've found it impossible to climb back on the wagon. Having said that, I have still been working out and I have still been using MyFitnessPal to count my calories. As it stands, with still a few weeks to go until baby boy arrives my weight has fallen from 180lbs (12st 12lbs) to 170lbs (12st 2lbs) and I'm confident that I will drop below my pre-wife-getting-pregnant weight.