I’m finding myself sitting on the sofa, wondering two things. 1) When the hell did my stomach get so big and 2) Where did my fitness go?? Last year I was doing well, going for regular runs, managing to get a half marathon and 10k under my belt both with respectable times. Then something happened, what I’m not sure, although I have a sneaky suspicion it started with ridiculous offers on crates of beer in the run up to Christmas. Sherry very cleverly stocked up while they were cheap, however my willpower obviously snuck out of the door while she was bringing the beer in. I think we actually managed to drink all of the Christmas supplies and then the replacements. Now I can’t blame it all on beer, some of the blame also has to rest with my penchant for cheese & crackers, but I thought I was keeping on top of it. I knew I was drinking a bit too much beer, but I was still managing the odd run here and there and some press-ups etc. both of which just lulled me into a false sense of security thinking I was outputting what I was inputting and that weight gain wouldn’t be an issue. WRONG!! Now I am faced with being in my 30’s with a beer belly and the ability to just about run to the end of the road and back without needing to have a lie-down. I didn’t notice any of this in time to make a new years resolution to bring a stop to it before it got out of control, which is probably just as well as I personally think new years resolutions are a load of rubbish.
I thought buying a copy of Mens Health magazine might spur me on, but looking at the grinning idiot on the front of it, flaunting his impossible abs put paid to that idea. How is that meant to work? You want to get in shape so you think a magazine will help, but before you even open the damn thing you are feeling like jabba the hut thanks to the git on the cover. God it’s depressing, I wonder if there is any beer left in the fridge.