I’ve decided it’s time. What spurred me on? I’m fed up of being fat, basically! Back when I had Norovirus, I lost 10lbs in the space of two days, and seeing my weight below 19 stone on the scales was invigorating! I know I didn’t lose it fair and square, and I put over half of it back on when I felt better and started eating again, but man, it was proof that I could lose weight, if you know what I mean. Just after that, I started working at Asda, and being active paid real dividends. I walk home from work (unless it’s raining), and have recently started lifting weights. I had been meaning to buy some for ages, and working at Asda has finally enabled me to afford some. Fat arms are rubbish, and I’m starting to see results already. I’m hoping to get a rowing machine soon, an hour of cardio-vascular thrice a week would help burn off some of the stubborn weight around my middle that lifting weights and walking home from work doesn’t really shift.
All in all, I’ve lost around four stone. This time last year I was 21 stone. Three months ago, before I started work, I was 19 and a half stone. This morning I was 17 stone and 5lbs. I’ve cut out all sorts of things, from Coke to coffee (green tea every morning – sorts me out nicely), and giving up smoking is the next logical step. For all the effort I put in doing weights and eating healthy food, it reduces the benefits. I know it’ll be hard, it was damn hard last time I tried (and failed), as the first little thing that went wrong catapulted me back to cigarettes. I’ve just got to overcome the mental hurdle – I’ve nothing to gain by continuing smoking, nothing good comes of it – although it won’t feel like that.
