Two and a half years ago, I took it on myself to lose weight. In sixth months I managed to lose eleven pounds through fairly tight portion control and some exercise. And by “some” I mean not much. It wasn’t going to get me into to the record books but for someone who’s always been overweight it was very empowering
However, over the last two years I’ve slowly slipped into bad portion habits and the “not much” exercise dropped off to “very little”. In a not entirely unpredictable turn of events, as of this weekend I’m back to where I started. So, yesterday morning I got on my trainers and went for a run. This morning I went for a run again. It hurt but I can live with that. The older I get the more inclined I am to get off my flabby arse and do something about it.
The plan is to go running four times a week, before work when necessary. If you see me, ask me how it’s going. The knowledge that I might have to admit failure is going to help me during the 6am starts…
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