For those of you who were reading when we first got to Playa del Carmen, you may remember a plan I had, it was called Fat to fit and back then, almost a year ago, I had the intention of going to the gym, dieting and getting back into shape after a fairly long period of chronic laziness and intense eating.
That dream / idea went the way of most dreams or ideas that take too long and require a lot of effort, which is why I currently find myself sitting at around 96kg (211 pounds) with a rather impressive food baby which funnily enough actually took around 9 months to produce, unfortunately (or fortunately depending how you look at it) I am not going into labour any time soon and this bad boy is going to have to be sweated out.
Sarah and I realized the other day that we only have about 2 months left in Playa del Carmen before we hit the road again, and this time when we hit the road we are doing it in a car, which means less physical activity than in our previous travels. Sure we will be doing all sorts of cool stuff, trekking, hiking, volcano climbing etc, but we will likely be doing a lot more sitting than walking.
So that means now is the time, I have 2 months of gym membership, 2 months to get my weight down to a level I am happy with (ie. not fat). It must be said I don’t really care how I look, or how people look at me, it is purely that I feel unhealthy and unfit, tying my shoe laces has become tough, and I make way too much noise when it comes to standing up or sitting down.
No more of this good stuff for me
I have a few potential stumbling blocks, one being that I love food, and generally find that the worse it is for you, the more I enjoy it. Another is that I no longer have the enthusiasm for the gym I once did, I think this is because I am so fat / unfit and have so far to go, gym always seems less worthwhile to me the further I have to go, like “what’s the point when one session is not going to make any visible difference?”.
I know the truth of the matter obviously and it is an accumulative process in which you actually see the most progress when you are most unfit and out of shape, but that doesn’t help much when it comes to waking up at 08:00 and dragging my fat ass down there (I can almost feel all you full time workers losing any semblance of sympathy for me when I said “waking up at 08:00”).
Also my neck is still not right and I am soon to go to the doctor and have my MRI read, I am guessing he is going to say I need physiotherapy, which only bugs me because of how much it is going to cost, and because I have lttle to no faith in the healing power of others. Alternatively he may suggest surgery, in which case we will just have to see, that is unlikely though.
In my favor is that I used to be a personal trainer and gym addict so I know the best way to lose weight, I know exactly the method required, and it revolves primarily around this one important rule: Eat less. Another thing that helps is the honesty of the people around me, for example every now and then Sarah will grab my stomach and say something like “I love this tummy” which has the dual effect of letting me know she cares for me, and also that she has noticed I am fat. Also my mum in the nicest possible way let me know after seeing the photo below on Sarah’s blog, that my stomach is sticking out a lot, which according to her “Is very hard to change once that happens and you should do something about it before it is too late.” Thanks mum 🙂
So the plan for the next 2 months, and particularly intensely for the next 3 weeks (before Holly arrives), is to eat less, train a lot more, and hopefully sweat out at least 10 kilograms ( 22 pounds) of fat. I know I can do it as long as I have the will power. I just have to say no to flan, and pretty much 90% of Mexican food.
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