One week down.
Since Monday, alcoholic drinks 0, bread none (apart from some croutons, so sue me), pasta none, sugar none, well hardly any. There appears to be sugar in everything I now realise. I am living on muesli, chicken, vegetables, sushi, a little fruit and black coffee. I'm not sure how healthy this diet is for people trying to work out but I feel bloody starving all the time, and due to running in the evening I can't get to sleep so am tired all day. Boo hoo poor old me etc.
I popped out to get my chicken salad today and upon returning to the office to ingest it joylessly at my desk was met by the distinctly unwelcome sight of 60 of my colleagues wolfing down pizza. Free, delicious pizza. First Thursday of the month is Sales Pizza Day, of course. Worse still the ghastly pizza-eating devils were clustered around my desk so I couldn't even get there to consume my 300 calorie wisp of a lunch. My stomach was trying to break out of my torso at this point and head for the good stuff. I didn't let it. Screw you stomach!
Ahem. The good news: I've lost 4lbs, nearly 2kg, in weight in a week. I've kept to my fitness schedule and am progressing slowly with my stamina.
I think I am probably going to have to ease off on the dieting to keep my energy levels up as the running program starts toughening up next week. So far it's been relatively benign. This week's schedule is 3 minutes running, then 5 mins running, then 3 then 5 again with a little walking in between. Not too tough I suppose but it's critical in building up my stamina, which is my big "thing".
Playing football on Tuesday night I really noticed the lack of nutrition levels. I mean I'm not a great footballer at the best of times but this week I made the guy I was supposed to marking look like Leo Messi and he's about 18 stone and puffs like an asthmatic steam engine.
The next day (yesterday) I felt shattered and couldn't face picking up the running, so I just hit the gym pool for a few lengths and a quick sit in the hot tub. This is the only time in Week One that I've been near the place. The irony of spending £60 per month on a gym while I get fit running around the streets for free isn't lost on me, but I'm still quite glad it's there if I need a swim or a fake row or a go on one of those things that dries your swimming kit in ten seconds (they don't you know.) I hope David Lloyd is happy with all his/my money.
I really wish someone would invent an app that taught you to run but played music from your own collection, or at least your own Spotify playlist in the background. Or perhaps I should say "I wish I could be bothered to check whether anyone has made one of those". They probably have and it's really famous and everyone knows about it except me. Week 4 on the NHS podcast contains a song that is a lock, stock and barrel copy of Nik Kershaw's not-much-loved 1984 hit Wouldn't It Be Good. This breathtaking plagiarism bugs the hell out of me and I spend the part of the run where I am forced to listen to it considering whether it would be possible to report it as a crime against music, but then the original's no great shakes either and anyway Nik Kershaw's probably dead by now.
OK, I've just checked. He's not dead. In fact Nik is playing a gig in Cookham up the road from here NEXT SATURDAY, pop kids. I have no interest in his music whatsoever (although I did buy The Riddle album on cassette in the old days) but I could just turn up to tell him about the gargantuan rip-off of his biggest hit by the NHS with my hands over my ears for fear I may accidentally hear some of his show.
I think Blog posts are meant to be short and have a point. Must try harder.
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