So I'm 40! Generally speaking, I’m really enjoying this age,
although there is this issue that is increasingly bothering me - how did I
allow myself to get to this poor physical state?!? I got on the scales this
morning and I realised that I'm the heaviest I've ever been- 107.4 kg. Truth to
be told, I'm actually embarrassed- I used to be so fit!
So what happened? Well, the series of knee
surgeries I went through a couple of years ago sure contributed to it, but in
all honesty, I think that excuse expired some time ago. The real reason is
simple- too much eating and drinking coupled by a very modest amount of physical
activity. The late night whiskies and red wines accompanied by various
delicacies such as salamis and gourmet cheeses were amazing and I thoroughly
enjoyed every moment.
That said, I'm now dealing with, or rather
suffering, the consequences of this extravagant yet destructive habit- not just
physically but mentally as well. I feel big and heavy, well, FAT actually, and I
now find myself snoring as a result of the extra weight. My sincere apologies to
my beautiful wife!
That’s not the worst though- I generally don’t care what people
think about me as it’s really none of my business, but lately I’ve found myself
being quite conscious about how tight my clothes are. I never thought that
would happen to me!
There is, however, no point in feeling sorry for myself as it was
me who created the problem in the first place. Instead my focus is on the
solution, which is as simple as waking up in the morning- I have to do
something about it!!!
I have worked out a plan which starts with how I want to feel and
look and by when, and how to achieve it. Of particular note I need to make it
clear that I don’t seek to become an extreme fitness junkie with an unhealthy obsession
for training and watching every little thing I eat or drink. That sort of
approach to life is simply not sustainable for me nor am I interested in it.
I seek a healthier and more active lifestyle with an increased
awareness of what, when, and how, I eat and drink, whilst still being able to enjoy
quality red wine or whisky and good food once per week or so. To feel truly good
the soul needs to be cared for as well, and for me these little delights makes
me enjoy life more.
With respect to fitness and activities, I’ve managed to set out two
few specific goals:
1. by my 41st birthday (23 Feb
2015) I will weigh 87 kg and be able bench press my own body weight
2. by Christmas Eve 2014, I will be able to
run 10km
The latter requires significant strength training of my knee
following the many surgeries and subsequent removal of a great deal of muscle
tissue around it. It’s been almost 20 years since I was able to run/jog
properly so it’s really a far bigger goal than what it may appear to be.
I am also keen to commence playing ice hockey in 2015 but I
realise that my crap knee may make this a very difficult goal to achieve,
perhaps even unrealistic. My son plays ice hockey and is getting pretty good at
it, so being able to do this with him sure is a strong motivator, so I’m going
to give it my best shot.
The exercise and diet plan will be developed and implemented this
week, and as an owner and operator of a sports supplements distribution company,
what better opportunity to properly trial some of the products I sell.
So this is me, publicly admitting that I am deeply ashamed about
having become a fat bastard. As much as I hate the idea, I will post photos of
myself to serve as a harsh reminder of what I’ve become. I have no desire in
becoming part of some statistic of pre-mature deaths due to overweight so it’s
time for me to roll up my sleeves and commit to action. Hopefully I will be
able to set a good example and inspiration for my kids and for others.
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