louisharald
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Ok, welcome to my world. I am sitting at my desk after a fairly long day at work, where you may have guessed, but I was sitting there too. In fact, I added up the hours of my sitting and between the 8 to 6 day and the 4 hours that I punch in at night, I do a good 14hrs a day on my “assâ€. Lucky for me, I don’t do that much time in front of the box, but a “normal†person has about that many waking hours. – Now that you are feeling positively sorry for my ass (who would want to be sat on all day?), I have an almost predictable confession to make… - yep… you guessed it… I am nice and out of shape. My love handles look a bit like Dumbo’s ears, and my belly (seen from the front) could be called “cuddly†by those not wishing to offend. The more straight to the point among us, would easily find ways of telling me that I am not in a good way.
Why am I telling you all of this? – Well, it’s not to invoke your pitty. They say that one first needs to confront one’s reality before one can make a change to it. This is my reality, and while I am not proud of the way I look right now, I take heart, because I did not always look like this.
There was a time when I was quite a sporty guy. I have, until my wife drew my attention to my dumbo waist-line, always thought that I was still quite sporty. You can put me on a treadmill and while I may huff and puff my way through a run, I am generally able to keep up with leaner members of this community.
Last week, I was pleased to find my old pair of Ed Hardy jeans in the closet. Ed Hardy is a cool label when you are into hot-rods and “The Kingâ€. – Cut a long story short, but those jeans did not see things the way I did. I wanted “in†and they would not have me. I could not even close the zipper. – Shock, horror! My wife happened to walk into the bedroom at the time and she burst out laughing. She said that I looked like I was trying to wrestle down an invisible hippo. By this time, my pride was as flat as the pancakes I liked to treat myself to on the weekend.
You know when one reaches a point when one decides that “OK that’s it, I am sick of it and I’m not going to take it anymore ? “ Well, with me that point was reached sometime between my struggle with the imaginary hippo and my wife thinking that she had been teleported into a BBC wildlife documentary.
Fast forward to Monday the 7th of May. I have just done the first day of eating according to a revolutionary new eating plan that was given to me by my dear friend Jan, the trainer of local and international strength athletes. I will not give you a (literally) blow by blow account of what Jan had to say about the old belly. For the record though, I want you to know that I clocked in at 220lbs. (100Kg’s) I am cruising a good 18% bodyfat. I am going to make this goal public, and here it is… Over the next 12 weeks, I want to explore this new regime and it is my intention to drop 30lbs of fat and gain 10lbs of muscle. (better lay off the Nachos, big boy!)
OK, I’ve laid down the gauntlet and made it public. I will be keeping everyone who cares, up to date with my progress and will do everything possible to save myself the humiliation of ever having to lay down the law with a baby hippo. I invite you to track this journey with me. As you may have already seen, I am quite a wordy sort of fellow, and I think you may just say to yourself that if I can do it, then so can you. It is my hope that I can with this journey, let my brothers (and sisters) out there, see that all things are possible if only one believes and follows through.
Watch this space…..
Why am I telling you all of this? – Well, it’s not to invoke your pitty. They say that one first needs to confront one’s reality before one can make a change to it. This is my reality, and while I am not proud of the way I look right now, I take heart, because I did not always look like this.
There was a time when I was quite a sporty guy. I have, until my wife drew my attention to my dumbo waist-line, always thought that I was still quite sporty. You can put me on a treadmill and while I may huff and puff my way through a run, I am generally able to keep up with leaner members of this community.
Last week, I was pleased to find my old pair of Ed Hardy jeans in the closet. Ed Hardy is a cool label when you are into hot-rods and “The Kingâ€. – Cut a long story short, but those jeans did not see things the way I did. I wanted “in†and they would not have me. I could not even close the zipper. – Shock, horror! My wife happened to walk into the bedroom at the time and she burst out laughing. She said that I looked like I was trying to wrestle down an invisible hippo. By this time, my pride was as flat as the pancakes I liked to treat myself to on the weekend.
You know when one reaches a point when one decides that “OK that’s it, I am sick of it and I’m not going to take it anymore ? “ Well, with me that point was reached sometime between my struggle with the imaginary hippo and my wife thinking that she had been teleported into a BBC wildlife documentary.
Fast forward to Monday the 7th of May. I have just done the first day of eating according to a revolutionary new eating plan that was given to me by my dear friend Jan, the trainer of local and international strength athletes. I will not give you a (literally) blow by blow account of what Jan had to say about the old belly. For the record though, I want you to know that I clocked in at 220lbs. (100Kg’s) I am cruising a good 18% bodyfat. I am going to make this goal public, and here it is… Over the next 12 weeks, I want to explore this new regime and it is my intention to drop 30lbs of fat and gain 10lbs of muscle. (better lay off the Nachos, big boy!)
OK, I’ve laid down the gauntlet and made it public. I will be keeping everyone who cares, up to date with my progress and will do everything possible to save myself the humiliation of ever having to lay down the law with a baby hippo. I invite you to track this journey with me. As you may have already seen, I am quite a wordy sort of fellow, and I think you may just say to yourself that if I can do it, then so can you. It is my hope that I can with this journey, let my brothers (and sisters) out there, see that all things are possible if only one believes and follows through.
Watch this space…..
