Progress

A couple of weeks ago, on the 1st of July to be precise, I wrote that I was going to shed my beer gut in time for the end of august.

I’ve stuck by almost everything I penned that day. I’ve been to the gym all but three weekdays (I had guests up for graduation) and I’ve had spells of healthy eating. Unfortunately, when you graduate all this stuff goes to the back of your mind and you fit in as much student living as possible to make up for the fact that, after you don your robe, you will no longer be entitled to the student lifestyle. So that weekend was particularly messy in terms of what I ate, what I drank and the little exercise I did. But that was always going to happen and I’m glad it did.

This is now the the third week of my seven week scheme, and I’m happy to say that I’ve dropped almost 3kg - which is just over 5lbs - which is almost half a stone. That’s not bad at all. The difference in appearance is hardly staggering, but to me its noticeable. And that is motivation enough to continue with round-the-clock healthy eating and gym visits 5 days a week (reading that sentence back makes it sound like bloody hard work).

Looking at my past few attempts to hammer the gym throughout uni, the lightest I’ve been since I was 18 was just over 80kg (or 12 and a half stone). I’m only a few kg from being there again, and I’m within touching distance of being ‘a healthy weight’ according to what your BMI should be for someone of my age and height. Infact, I think with a couple more visits to the gym I’ll banish the label of ‘overweight’! Which is exactly what I was hoping for.

I’ve seen some pretty bizarre and strange people in the time I’ve been gyming it up - mostly in the swimming pool.

There was one guy who had the thickest, darkest hair I’ve ever seen all down one side of his back, and then a hairless left side, so he kind of looked like a walking ying/yang sign - but I wasn’t sure if this was some kind of medical/surgical result, or if it is just natural. Then, only the other day, in a packed pool where everybody was sticking to their lanes, some asian dude got in and swam directly at me - only to stop seconds before we would collide - and swim back to where he just came from. He did this over and over. After a while I had to get out of the pool because it was becoming impossible to do lengths. I’m not sure if the dude had ever been swimming before or what, but that was pretty bizarre, and rather annoying. Then today there were 6 or 7 ’special’ kids - I’m not sure if they were disabled, ‘bad’ or underpriveleged kids or whatever (they all had community supervisors watching poolside), but they basically stood bang in the middle of the swimming pool across 3 lanes. Which meant the other 10 or so people had to swim around them, often crashing into each other, while these kids just stood around splashing each other. Wouldn’t have been so bad at one end of the pool, but in the centre of the pool across so many lanes that became pretty annoying. And when I say kids they were 15 or 16. Old enough to swim rather than play.

And then there’s the old guy who talks to all the young girls (and no one else)… or the rather overweight gentleman who wears a shiny grey jumpsuit like in the “Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems” video (i’m guessing its supposed to help him lose a lot of weight, but that didn’t work for Biggie)… or the two girls who have been in matching track suits every time i’ve seen them… there’s a lot of weird gym-goers.

It makes me wonder what my ‘weird’ gym-goer trait is?






Overweight

“Overweight.”

“Make sure your weight doesn’t rise.”

That was the message I received yesterday when I worked out my body mass index.

13.1 stone is the ideal weight for a gentleman of my height (6ft), whereas I’ve ebbed away to a rather flabby and chubby 13.5. I actually thought I was like 12.7 or around that, so that was a little surprising.

Not the end of the world, I know - but turning a blind eye to being overweight (in medical terms) or to slimming and dieting is how I’ve become in such a state. Not addressing such a situation is how you worsen it. A relaxed attitude will only increase the margin between what is healthy and what is not.

The reason I was looking up my BMI is because I want to spend my free time this summer getting into shape. Not ripped or anything like that, just lose the flab - tighten up - run for longer than 15 minutes - lose the beer belly (which I’ve spent 3 years of uni working on). You know, the usual.

I want to be able to shake the tag of ‘lazy’ footballer, because I know its not so much laziness but a lack of fitness, which has essentially led to me becoming overweight and settling for the tag of lazy. Or perhaps preferring the word lazy to overweight.

Or fat.

I remember about 5 years ago when my dad decided he wanted to lose weight and he took up swimming, squash, cycling and jogging each week. Eating nothing but healthy sandwiches. And he shed so much weight it was remarkable.

I only need to shed half a stone to be ‘healthy’ - but in actual fact I want to lose much more. I want rid of the tire around my waste, and the love handles, and the turkey neck. I’m guessing there’s more than half a stone of excess skin there!

So, for the next month I will be exercising on a daily basis as an experiment to see just how much difference it will/can make. I say I will do it for the next month because if I kid myself that I can do it every day for the next year or so then I will no doubt give up straight away, deciding it will be too hard. If I can get through this month and see what the rewards are then who knows how I’ll feel? Or whether I’ll deem it worthwhile.

And when I say exercise - I mean serious exercise.

The schedule I’ve just put together includes swimming every weekday, visiting the gym twice a week (for running, cycling and rowing) and daily jogs every other week day. So that’s swimming and running (atleast) every day. I can’t kid myself that I can do exercise at weekends, because that is when I work mostly, so I will settle for weights at home, sit ups and a long walk each day for my weekend workout.

Added to this I’ve got notes up on my wall that says: ‘NO MORE FAST FOOD!’, ‘NO MORE TAKEAWAYS AFTER WORK!’, NO MORE MILKSHAKES AND POP/SODA!’. Instead, I will be mostly snacking on fruits, salads, healthy cereals, smoothies, veg and soup. Just reading that sentence makes me think that this is going to be a gruelling, but ultimately rewarding, process.

July is going to be a tricky month, but hopefully I can cut the amount of calories I’m taking in, and I can increase the amount of calories I’m shedding - so that I can go on holiday in August with my girlfriend and not look like Jabba the Hut on the beach.