In the two years or so that I have been engaged with this blog, I have kept constantly reminding myself to stay away from putting out terribly personal stuff about my life. The main reason is that I don’t think my life is really that interesting. The other reason is that, with all the dirty linen doing the rounds in cyber space, can there really be any more room for yet another soiled underwear?
But then, on his recent visit to Rio, AfroGay took a look at a picture taken of him in an unguarded moment and saw a startling sight:
|Oh goodness gracious me!
Aiyee! While everyone has been minding their health manners, I have been turning into a blob! Possums … it is all I can do to look at the picture above without wishing that the earth opens up and swallows me whole. How on earth did it get to this? I was revirginized some years so I cannot be pregnant unless God decided to perform the miracle of the virgin birth again.
Of course, if one is honest enough, it is fairly easy to trace how it got to this. One just needs to think about the long days in front of the computer, leaving the office at all sorts of ungodly hours, returning home to fatty meals and going to sleep on a full stomach, after quaffing two or three sugar-filled cocktails. One need only carry on like that for a couple of months without exercise and the tummy will take on a life of its own without any divine intervention.
It’s coming to two years since I was last in the gym with any serious focus. Part of the reason is that my (our) absolutely excellent aerobics instructor suffered a stroke at the end of 2009 and passed away some months later, in early 2010 I believe. I didn’t return to the gym when the news of her stroke broke. When she died, I said to myself that there was nothing for it but to return and get back in shape. But the bosu, cardio hoops and kick boxing classes weren’t the same with the stand-ins Bally Fitness trawled from wherever and I stopped going entirely. Yet, my eating and drinking habits didn’t change. The result is the monstrosity above. It is indeed a mark of my total mortification that I have posted that picture to get a reality check. If it doesn’t wake me up, surely nothing will.
So, I have already made a resolution to get off my butt and exercise three times a week. Yes, I have to eat right, too, but eating has never really been my problem. I largely don’t snack and I am usually content with two or three modest meals a day. I, however, have to pay attention to burning off the sugars, carbohydrates and goodness knows what else besides that I ingest with the vodkas, gins, Uganda Waragis. Therein lies my Achilles’ Heel.
Without a specific target, I know it will all come to nothing. So, I have set myself a target to slim down from my current 98.9kgs (about 218lbs) to 89 kgs (approximately 195lbs) within 6 months. It cannot just end there, in a year’s time (April 2012), if I still have life, I would like to see myself maintaining the same weight. Else, what would have been the point?
So, I now need a nap. Starting tomorrow, I must go walking, take up tennis again (any tennis partners in the Washington DC area please holler), bike around the neighborhood as often as possible, go swimming regularly again, return to the aerobics classes and do all the interesting physically active stuff that I used to do in the days when I seemed able to lose weight simply by thinking about it. Dance classes anywhere? I love dancing and this seems like a good time (I now have a lot of time on my hands – but that is another story) to go dancing and work up some serious sweat.
In 6 months time, I want to look like this:
Ditto April 2012. As you can see, we are not aiming for chiseled this or that – just a sensible silhouette and body frame that allows one to see one’s toes while standing straight – something of a novelty to me right now.
Because I have set myself such a public challenge, I am going to chronicle my progress every now and then. I was about to say progress or lack thereof but the alternative of keeping that tub of lad sitting atop my swimming trunks seems too terrible to consider at this point so there can be nothing else to do but lose the flab. Watch out for the progress images in six months and then again in twelve.
Now, where did I put that T-Core abs gadget?