I just bit the bullet and hopped onto the scales. Man alive I’ve put a stone on since last year. That’s about 6 and a half kg to you, I’m still stuck in the old imperial system, this metric malarkey is not for me. It’s the long covid diet that’s done it. Do very little for several months and the weight gradually jumps on you. Those jeans don’t fit or have they shrank in the wash? I’ve never been overweight before so it’s very strange to me having a bit of a gut and how does back fat grow so fast? The big problem is my motivation has left the building, got on a train to the airport and flown away to God knows where and it hasn’t left an address or number to get in touch.
So what do I do? How do I get back on track? I’ll try You Tube and find Joe Wicks. Mind you he’s too cheerful for me, far too happy when he should be grim faced as he sweats away another pound or two. Nobody is that perfect surely? I think he’s nicked other people’s motivation so its his fault I’m becoming portly. Last night I was working out a healthy living and eating plan whilst eating pizza and chips. I know it’s about having a balanced diet, five a day and all that stuff but junk food is just beautiful isn’t it, now and again anyway.
It started after I had covid. Exercise was out of the question. The stairs turned into Everest. Up a few steps, try and breathe as the old ticker jumps out of my chest and everything goes black, sucking in as much air as I could. Hold onto the bannister for dear life. Fives steps next. Repeat until I get to the summit. Bad, bad days. Feeling much better now but still can’t do much exercise. I have my daily workouts and trying to do a bit more every day. Trick is not to push it too far. I’m like one of those supertankers trying to turn around. Slowly moving and making gradual adjustments to turn in the right direction. Problem is my rudder won’t budge so I can’t turn!
So, healthy mind, healthy body. But that’s become a bit difficult now as my two best friends are Ronald McDonald and Colonel Sanders. I’m normally not keen on clowns but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. He whispers softly in my left ear. ” Hey Vin, what meal would make you happy?” Then the Colonel says into my right lug, ” You need something that’s finger lickin good!” “No…No”I say, thinking of salad. I’ve got to be strong minded. I can do it. Yes I can. I can…… Then my wife said as she was going out the door,” I’ve made some sponge cakes. If you want one the cream and strawberries are in the fridge.” …… so…….I’ll start tomorrow………