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.
I think I’m eating too much. This may seem an obvious conclusion, but the important implication here is that I also think it might be due to another factor. Admittedly it’s not that much of a complicated conclusion; I’m not getting enough exercise. But surely they are one and the same? Isn’t that what I’ve been talking about for so long on this somewhat-frequented blog?
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.
This week I’ve committed to breakfasting before I get to work, or by 830 on days I’m not working. After reading an article about nutrition and balanced diets in the Metro (#greatsources) I’m testing a theory it put forward. The assertion made by the diet expert interviewed (whose name I stupidly didn’t note down) was that a high protein breakfast was a better way to start the day than sugar and carbs.