A long while.
I got injured. Well, I had a niggling issue with a hamstring that became a larger complication on a couple of occasions, to the point that the doctor prescribed two painkillers to take together (Naproxen and cocodamol) and my partner actually had to dress me… Yeah, not ideal.
It's put a real stop on exercise. Plus, we had a son, and he is quite ridiculously beautiful. I actually get stopped in the street by strangers who comment on how utterly gorgeous our children are. They put a lot of stress on time, those little people.
We moved house too. And I am busier than ever with work.
But I've put a LOT of weight on, I would say around three stone, which is over 40lbs, US Fat Fans. I'm right alongside the heaviest I have ever been (17.5 stone (nearly 250lbs, US Fat Fans), in London 15 years ago).
I can't believe I let myself get to this point. That I barely even noticed I was there until I realised nothing fitted me any more and had to buy clothes just for a work trip.
Fucking fuck.
I'm totally out of shape, and actually feel too heavy to run at the moment. My plan is, when I feel a bit more rested (ie Monday), I will cycle to the gym at lunchtimes which will both help my hamstring, and help me be less fat.
There is more to come, but I have to get back to work. Speak soon, Rib ticklers.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
Eat less, darling. Sorry.
I'm a terrible one for over-eating if I miss a meal - and with the kids, I am missing a lot of meals, so I am then over-eating regularly... It's very strange. There's just little or no balance to it really. I frequently get to the middle of the day and realise I haven't even had any water.
I can do that too, but I know it's bad for me and I do try to eat breakfast, even if it's on the run. And over-eating gives me heartburn, fortunately, so I'm not too inclined to do that very often. But it's still all a matter of putting the fork down. I'm not very big, I can't afford to pig out.
Post a Comment