I have just reached my first five week milestone for the year. According to My Fitness Pal, if I had eaten and exercised the same way as I did on 3rd January every day for the last five weeks, I would have weighed 206.4lbs, or 14st and 10lbs. This would have been pretty amazing weight loss, a statement which tells you that I did not, in fact, eat and exercise the same way as I did on 3rd Jan every day for the last five weeks, and so do not, in fact, weight 14st and 10lbs. I currently sit at……
How has my work out regime survived into month 2 of 2017?
Pretty well. I’m going to the gym twice a week, for an hour at least, and I’ve been more careful about what I eat – there’ only been three instances of takeaway, and I think two of those were actually within calories. I’ve also been told that I’ve lost weight, which is always a good feeling! Even if I’ve not actually lost any…That means I lost shape, right? That’s better, yeah?
So the time has come again for me to start dieting – or, more precisely, sticking to the half-hearted, part time diet I’ve been ‘on’ for the last six months. New year’s is a good enough time to start, although I expect the gym’ll be packed. However I need to start now, and start hard, because in May my brother’s and I are going to Comicon as the Ginyu Force from Dragon Ball Z.
So I’m now 15 stone. That’s 210lbs. And it ain’t pure muscle, or even a desirable percentage muscle. I’ve been keeping pretty well to the diet, and the switch up for breakfasts has really made me feel more awake in the mornings. So where’s my failing?
Since my last post, I’ve done three runs. That’s in about three weeks I think. I need more exercise in my life if I’m realistically going to lose weight and shape like I want to. My flatmate is going to the gym pretty regularly and I want to start going a long too, but it costs money. Running doesn’t. The weather’s getting warmer and the morning drizzle isn’t so frigid, so I’m running out of excuses.
I am currently recovering from my first all-nighter in a long, long time. And boy does it hurt. I drank a lot. So much that most of my dieting work has been undone in one fell swoop, or so it feels. I’ll feel guilty about that when I stop feeling zombified; until then I’m locked… Continue reading The Bit Between Revelry and Recovery