I’m in a complete rut at the moment. Lots of shit going on in my life which has been quite difficult to deal with. I can always tell when things are not going well by my weight. While I’m never going to win any slimming contests, I feel something approaching healthy the closer to the 13stone mark I get (the lightest I’ve been in the past 5 years has been 13.1 … for all of about 3 days I think – as a reference the heaviest has been just over 16 stone). Now for me, 13 stone is still classed as overweight .. but it’s my baseline for the start of healthy.
Just jumped on the scales this morning, after another pretty bad weekend of junk food, too much beer and too little movement … 13.10 (or 193lbs) ….. They must be broken …. get off… shake them …. remove pants … step back on scales …. 13.11 (shit I’ve actually gained another lb .. I’m literally getting heavier as I stand here) …..
ARSE (which actually is quite toned – the only part of me that is)
I dare not jump back on in case it’s 13.12 …. so we will go with 13.11 (193lbs)
What makes this even more ridiculous is how I’ve also spent the past 4 hours (yes insomnia got me again) researching lightweight back packs for running/camera gear. Saving a few ounces here and there seems completely ridiculous given I’ve put on half a stone in the past few weeks. Right this is just getting silly now Nigel. Here you are talking about a life full of adventure, but if you carry on how you are going you may not get to experience it. You only get one body.
It’s just over 6 months until my 40th birthday – I’ve set myself a target to get down to 175lbs by then … the lightest I would have been in about 20 years ….. Going to be a significant challenge.
Tomorrow is St. Patricks Day … typically a day of excess when it comes to all things unhealthy for an Irishman. It also marks 170 days (including today) until my 40th birthday.
Perhaps I need to get serious about this – like proper serious. Could I give up all forms of alcohol until my 40th birthday? I’m not saying that I have a problem with drink … or perhaps I am. Not a serious problem you understand, but I certainly use it as an excuse to dull out the bad shit that’s going on right now. I’m sure I’m not alone. You know the social / casual drinker. I consider what I’ve drunk this past weekend.
- Friday – 6 pints (airport)
- Saturday – 3 pints (home)
- Sunday – 8 cans (home)
Does not seem that bad, does it? But then I think of what I’ve consumed on other weekends … 3-4 cans normally per weekend evening (Friday-Sunday). Also Nicola and I have had the odd unplanned evening in the pub during the week (couple of pints) and I know at least once over the past month I’ve drunk a bottle of wine in 1 evening. Again nothing approaching really serious, I don’t think, and yet just enough to make me not want to do too much the following day.
And yet .. when I run. When I head out and explore. I get a high so much better than anything a few beers could ever offer. I literally cannot stop smiling during a run, even if it’s hurting. And afterwards. I feel like I’ve actually accomplished something.
So yes … I think I’m going to hit publish on the Blog post …. and with it my complete abstention from alcohol until my 40th birthday.