I am fat.
I have always been fat.
Sometimes I’ve been a Colin Montgomerie, moobs-showing-a-bit-through-the-v-neck sort of fat.
Sometimes I’ve been a one-at-a-time-please fat, with a tub of Lurpack spreadable for a neck and two Ginsters pasties for thighs.
In truth, that’s not quite fair. I’ve never been point and laugh morbidly obese fat. At the same time though, I have often been technically obese (going by the letter of the NHS law) and all through my short yet chubby 24 years, weight has been a bother. Not in a cry myself to sleep each night sort of a bother. It just stopped me losing my virginity quicker, which really should have been a good a reason to lose weight much sooner.
Anyway, at the start of the year, I and a few cyber-buddies (how sad does that sound) from a betting forum (ooh, betting, now we’re back to being rough heathens) made a pact to lose weight. The daily, anonymous, asinine weight loss-related chit chat helping a lot of us. The link to that fatty chat I post here presently and helpfully. Not so helpfully, alas, the forumis only accessible to members. Any Betfarians lurking in the shadow, Shirley you’ll want to jog your memory:
http://site.forum.betfair.com/jive3/betex/ThreadsFrameset.jsp?forumID=58&threadID=1782221
I started the year at 15 stone 7lb (that’s 217lb for those of you who were smoking behind the bike sheds when the 14 times table was instilled by Mrs Atom). By the start of April I had ducked under 14 stones. (Not literally, by the way).
The key to success was really very simple. Eat a bit less, exercise more. In fact tell the truth, I didn’t even exercise all that much. I did a few sit ups, press ups and toning exercises, but very little cardiovascular work.
Still, with a little dedication and application, I was able to lose weight, and it really did make a difference. I noticed a jaw line in photos taken of me. Once, I accidentally purchased a slim-fit shirt from Burtons, and when I wore it, I didn’t look ridiculous.
But in the past few weeks, I’ve taken my foot off the pedal. Out has gone my rather minimalist routine; in has come a rather disconcerting trait to make regular trips to Greggs for breakfast and lunch. Although as I write I only weight 14 stone dead (or alive for that matter), my dieting quest definitely needs to be whipped into shape.
Starting tomorrow then (all these things start on a Monday) I want to:
1) Record on this blog all food intake, count calories and limit where possible to 1,500 cals or less
2) Partake of a minimum “toning regime” of 100 sit ups and 20 press ups a day
3) Partake of one piece of “significant” cardiovascular activity per week (sex doesn’t count).
4) Less drinking. Cringing at the thought of this, but shall we say to drink no more than one night per week, with maximum intake approx 5-6 units unless intertwined social event dictates the need for massive piss-up.
That will do for now, time for bed. Greggs opens in just 9 hours 8 minutes.