Well I have started again to look after myself. To be fair I did not drop the ball for long as the journey started a couple of years ago and I am eager to maintain my gains (Losses).
When I moved to Canada from England I made it a mission to lose weigh and get in to shape. I had, slowly over the course of almost a decade let myself slide. And it was a slow slide. At uni I went the gym and was very active – while I was never ‘Buff’ I was slim, fit and great shape.
After uni I still eat fairly well – I was never much into junk food – but I tended to eat a lot and I enjoyed going out with colleges for a drink which turned into a bar food dinner. I enjoyed life. I stopped going to the gym as it seemed like to much effort in the working world. I was still active – I am generally a busy person, always moving, and I started playing squash with colleagues after work. But it was not enough. And from the age of 21 to 31 I went from about 185lb (Good weight despite my shortish height – I am wide even when slim!) to over 220 lbs when I got to Canada and I would imagine there was some drop in muscle mass and a gain of more than 35lbs of fat.
I used to sit on the train to work everyday – my wife always says that I cant help but observe the world around – and I observed middle aged people whom I had no wish to emulate. They where normal people, family people with 9-5’s, getting on with life for better or worse. And many of them, while not miserable or unhappy, had a look like life has taken control of them and they are just along for the ride. After my son was born, my wife became extremely ill and I felt at mercy to the winds of life. I sat there one morning after deciding to move to Canada (with the wife and kid!) and I said NO. I did not want to live that life. I may be a normal guy. A family guy. With a great wife, an amazing son and 9-5 Job. I am mostly the same as everyone else. But I want to be in control. And I decided to start in Canada by joining a gym and looking after myself.
I moved Canada and I knew I would not be working for a while. It was time to get fit and start the process of getting some control. My dad paid for the first year of the gym. And I stuck to it. I eat a lot as I have mentioned. I just do. And while I did not binge on fries and fatty foot I did eat too much of the wrong foods. So as well as joining a Gym I started to watch my calories and more importantly my macros. I not a very concise person so I am sure I was always a little vague but I boosted my meat – veg – salad – fruit intake at the expense of Pasta – Rice etc. And I said no to almost all Junk (unless it seemed rude to not take the cake. I don’t even like cake that much) And it worked. I found I could eat more than enough to feel satisfied and still keep my calorific intake in check. I dropped to under 190lbs in well under a year. And I had dropped my body fat percentage from about 23 to 17%. I dropped 4″ on my weist. I was happy!
I had plans to do better but I was beginning to get fed up with not being able to work. I joined a cheaper gym that I did not like so much. I still tried to be careful and I still went to the gym but I felt more and more out of control and unable to justify spending more on food or going to a better gym. At first, with my gym going I was able to maintain my weight. I hovered around the 190 lbs mark for nearly a year. But I was paying less attention that I had been and there was very slow decline in process. And then, finally, I got a job nearly four months ago.
It is great to be at work but I was faced with finding a new routin that would include my keeping healthy. I had to try and find a work – family life – fitness balance and I was failing miserably. I am not so dedicated to the cause as to get up at 4.30am to work out. I actually like to see my wife and son in the morning. And I never make latter in the day. I struggled to go to the gym. I did not like my gym before I was working, but now it felt worse. I occasionally went on my lunch but I always felt dirty and grimy afterwards and almost dreaded going. Well, I am working so I forked out a little extra this week and re-joined my previous gym – a different branch but the same chain. It is Anytime Fittness. It is not lux. But it is clean and the people are nice. I like it. And I go on my lunch break happily. Sure my workout are shorter but I think they will be enough.
But if you are dedicated to the cause you can not blame the surroundings. It is to easy to do that, we all do, it is a terrible habit. I am now trying hard again to get back into that healthy living mantra – I watch what I eat (what – not how much!) and I use an app to log it so I can keep some track.
So I am getting back on track. I get the feeling it not that easy to stay on track, but in some ways it is like muscle memory, once you start, as long as you don’t leave it to long, you get get back into the routine quickly. That is what I am hoping. I’m going to start using this blog, and try and fill it with thing other might find useful. Like I said at the start – it is a mental exercise maintain a physical body.