In December I really overdid it. I started eating and drinking excessively before the “party season” even really got going. I didn’t even get invited to that many parties… and yet by the time actual Christmas came around I was feeling sluggish, large, overtired and hungover even when I wasn’t hungover. I looked shocking. In the awful glare of the fluorescent lighting in the office gents’ loos my eyes were red and puffy and my gut was spilling out even further than normal over my trousers.
I decided that as soon as the festivities were over I would make some changes. Not “New Year’s Resolutions” as such, because they are always depressingly short-lived. I wouldn’t go on a crash “diet” as I have done so many times before. I would make some incremental changes.
However what I would do, I decided, is have a very dry January to kick-start things. We are now over half-way through the low twelfth of the year. So far this evil month I have stayed away from booze, sweets and chocolate. I have been for a run every day (although not yet today) albeit just around the block. I am publishing this post for my own motivational reasons.
First few days
Getting up to run before work is hard. I am not used to making myself vertical until I absolutely have to. I seem to alternate between running in the morning and oversleeping and having to run in the evening. Running in the evening is annoying if you have other things to do (whether they are fun or boring). I am easily staying away from booze and cake.
Next few days
I am starting to register a reduction on the scales. Running is easier now I’ve excreted the lead from my legs. Sticking to sensible foods is easy because I am still full of zeal. Self-righteousness reigns supreme.
End of second week
My foot has developed a bit of a niggle due to it not being used to getting used every day. Hungry quite a lot of the time. Need to find snacks which don’t involve cake. My clothes feel a bit looser but when I get my photo taken for a membership card I still look like a Fatty B.
17th January 2013
I am below my long-term standard weight, but only just. The rate of loss has slowed to a crawl. The lack of sugar in my diet is causing me to swing between grumpy and grumpier. I fantasise about drowning in Willy Wonka’s chocolate river. I am quite blatantly suffering sucrose withdrawal. My name is BE and I am a sugar addict. I am totally knackered. This is like when I stupidly gave up coffee for a few weeks, but with less of a headache. My colleagues have invited me for a curry after work but a) I’ve already had one this month and b) I haven’t done my run today.
This is rubbish. BUT I WILL CONTINUE ANYWAY!