Running A Half Marathon With A Chest Infection And Finally Breaking The Weight Loss Plateau.
Today I ran 13.4 miles around town and it was a good run apart from a) seeing a dead badger b) being yelled at by road workers for running on a recently laid surface and c) choking like fuck on my lungs when I got back home.
I even ran past some responsible dog owners too. I greeted them with a curt nod (which to them was probably indistinguishable from a tic, but I meant well)
You might think that I deliberately court confrontation with dogs but it’s not the case. I fucking hate it! It makes me incredibly anxious and my pacing goes to shit. The worst scenario is when the dog is off the lead and the owner is flippant about it all.
“He won’t touch you!”
These idiots forget that their dog is the result of 15,000 years of evolution. Its ancestors did not survive by walking up to random apes and waggling their tail.
At heart the dog is still an unstoppable killing machine that will go for the cock if it senses any danger and when someone as big and clumsy as me is trotting behind it, all bets are off.
Breaking The Weight Loss Plateau
In the past week I’ve lost 2 pounds and I’m down to 208lb. It’s taken me 3 months of pure frustration to break 210lbs and it’s all a result of using the eliptical machine in the gym and eating less Cheese.
I try to eat just one good thing every day, whether it’s some strawberries or a Veggie Delite footlong from Subway.
When your diet is as bad as mine, any fruit or vegetables is a plus. If I started eating celery for breakfast and shitty sprouts for dinner, my body would go into shock and I’d expire like that badger I seen earlier.
It’s best to just make small improvements and then gradually introduce more good food over time!