Metrodopulos

And that day started about six months ago.

Not that I’m going all chick on everyone, but I’m just feeling heavy now, heavier than I used to be. I know the causes as well.

Number 1 – the American diet stinks. It’s difficult (and expensive) to buy fresh food, plus it’s a lot easier to make a bowl of pasta at night instead of a fresh grilled salmon.

Number 2 – I’ve been married for four months. Even though my wife and I exercise together every week, I don’t have the same drive as I did when I was single to look my best. Something about regular sex does that to you.

Number 3 – I work at home, so I don’t even get my standard walk to the car twice a day. My morning commute consists of rolling out of bed and walking twenty steps to my office. That’s forty steps a day, only 9960 to go!

It only took three months in America to put on around 10kgs. I stopped exercising before and after my move, mainly due to stress and lack of a gym contract. Then I got into the lifestyle here. Before I knew it, it was too late, and I have been maintaining that weight ever since.

Now I’m n0-where near the levels where I should really worry about health problems, this is all aesthetic. My BMI is around 26, which is just over the limit but my fitness is still there. I even play volleyball two or three times a week.

I’m really not getting to a point with this either – I just wanted to put a virtual peg in the ground because today is the day I start my (strict) exercise and eating regime.

In ten minutes I will be running 5 miles on the treadmill. That will happen every work day during lunch. Three days a week after work I will be doing resistance training. One work night and one weekend day, I’ll be on the sand destroying my knees – but at least enjoying it.
So there, I’ve said it, can’t back out now.