Run fat boy, run

Shitting fuckballs, I’ve got fat.

A combination of stopping my Couch to 5K plan, my girlfriend’s mum’s lovely home cooking and being blissfully happy has led to a sneaking increase in my weight. I’ve not really noticed the weight but I have realised that over the last few weeks in particular I’m feeling more lethargic.

I’ve avoided the scales. Every time I walk in the bathroom or get out the shower I can see them sat in the corner, taunting me. This morning I could take it no longer and decided to find out the extent of my expected weight gain. Surely just a couple of pounds, yeah?

I’m not telling you what the weight was, rest assured it is heavier than I can remember being.

Serious steps need taking.

Calorie counting starts today. I’m a snacker, I quite happily grab a bag of crisps and a chocolate bar and munch away, need to pack that in straight away. Want to know how many calories are in a Double Decker? A fuckload, let me tell you.

Diet needs to be sorted. Lean meats, wholegrains, fish. Not pizza, kebabs, burgers. Got to start eating breakfast! I’ve avoided it since leaving school because it makes me feel a little sick but I’ve just got to bear it. Breakfast kick starts the metabolism.

Back on the running plan, starting tomorrow. No, that’s not me delaying it. It makes more sense when I’m doing 4 runs a week that my ‘running week’ starts on a Monday. It’ll be Couch to 5k again because I feel that’s a measurable method and isn’t overwhelming.

I’ve just bought some weights. Yes, hilarious I know but I need to mix up the cardio and weights to keep it coming off and hopefully build some muscle. A 5x5 routine of 6 different compound exercises, split 3 a week will do exactly what I need.

Half a stone off before Christmas.

Hard days ahead.