Celebrating My Own Freedom On St Patrick’s Day
For lunch I had a block of President Emmental.
I then ran 25k without stopping for the first time in a while. Loved it. Had insane energy and it just grew as the run progressed. This time it seems that I’m pretty well adapted to running off fat. For me it seems to be cumulative. I don’t know if it’s related to the fact that I usually burn fat by running so slowly but I wouldn’t rule it out.
Every time I try a low carb diet it gets easier to run on fat. That’s all I know. And when running is easy I tend to do it more. It’s how I ran my first 14 consecutive half marathons last year. So far this week I’ve ran 96.5km.
What’s really helped me lose weight is focusing only on the deficit. I don’t care how I lose weight whether it’s through high carb or low carb. Lower carb makes me less hungry so I gravitate more towards that. If I wake up in ketosis then I’m naturally gonna eat later in the day and that makes all this shit easier.
I’m not obsessed with it this time. I don’t rule out entire food groups. I can’t sustain ultra low carb or ultra low calorie diets. They don’t work for me and lead to binging and backwards steps.
It’s all about smaller forward steps and embracing the power of momentum. Back in my drinking days I’d always ‘celebrate’ long runs by drinking on the night to relax as I’d earned it but it just meant that I never really got anywhere. I always stayed 10lbs overweight no matter how much I trained and it stressed me out.
Anything that leads to me being stressed out doesn’t really relax me!
It’s St Patrick’s Day so I had a fucking Toffee Crisp McFlurry.
They taste amazing when you haven’t had one in a fortnight. I won’t be waking up with a hangover tomorrow. It’s the first fucking day of Spring. I don’t want to spend the sunny days fucked up on Leffe and/or hiding indoors the day after with a hangover.
I still glamourise alcohol in my head sometimes. I remember my first Summer in London and getting merrily drunk on Wardour Street. I know now it was all leading to disaster. It led to me becoming overweight again in 2014 and 2015. It resulted in some shameful psychotic meltdowns on Twitter that I still regret and have to live with.
It’s been 487 days now without a drink and it still feels like I’m slowing waking up from a nightmare into a brighter world where I can see my purpose in life. It’s not perfect but I’m getting closer to who I want to be and what I want to be doing.
Now I have real freedom. As a freelancer I can choose to work with clients who I can succeed with. I no longer have to stay in work all the time as my finances are way better than before. That’s real fucking freedom and it continues to get better.
I didn’t just have McFlurrys today…
For dinner tonight I had a salad, Cheestrings and a protein bar. 2,850 calories in and about 4,500 out with the 25k run included. Excellent deficit and tomorrow will be another exciting and good day.
I’d love to go out and run far again but I’ll see how my body is.