You Will Do More Of What You Love
Life shouldn’t be a puritanical push to the grave.
Learning to enjoy exercise is the hardest thing to do but it’s the most rewarding. If you’ve struggled with your weight all your life then having the ability to go out and easily do a 10k can mean the difference between finding that control or staying on the verges.
I do love running most of the time. I actually had a 30 minute phone call with my mother whilst running through N1 and N16 this evening. That’s how easily I’m training these days. It’s much more fun than pushing myself to my limits all the time and forcing myself to hate it. Although I’d rather not be talking to maw about Northern Irish politics. That shit is fucking depressing and grinds you down if you don’t escape.
I had a stressful day in the office and I got 5 of my 5 a day. Chocolate bars that is. The good news is that I recorded a deficit. 2,712 calories in (only 1,000 of which weren’t chocolate) and 2,828 calories burned by 8:53pm tonight. That constitutes a victory and 3 days in a row where I’ve hit a deficit.
I’ll be OK as long as I don’t have this for breakfast.
245g of carbohydrates were had today. I don’t think I’ll be hitting ketosis any time soon even though I had 2 sub 100g days in a row. The goal of all this is not ketosis. It’s to build momentum and to continue to lose body fat so that I can get around that fucking Isle Of Wight course without dying or having to be rescued again by Mr Brian Smailes.
I won’t deny it, it would be great to be able to access ketosis easily so that I could stay in control of my appetite and run really long. I’m gonna keep with high fat but with emphasis on hitting the deficit. No more Haribo for breakfast. Babybel or Port Salut is the breakfast of fucking champions.
I weighed in this morning at 191.3lb. That’s a significant drop from yesterday. I could drop below 190lb if I have a good weekend. Hopefully I can have a less stressful day tomorrow. I didn’t lose complete control and eat all of the shit today. That’s a positive. And I start tomorrow in a really strong position. I have not weighed as low as this in my life.
My scales are recording my body fat percentage as 15%. If that’s even close to being true, then that’s pretty fucking cool.
Actually tonight it’s saying my body fat percentage is 14.1%. Crazy.