Fatboy Chronicles
Yesterday was my birthday. 51. I'm now officially "in my fifties". It's an interesting place to be in my life, but one thing that I've noticed is that I'm feeling pretty tired and run-down a lot lately. However, I think I know why part of that may be.
I recently stepped on the scale and was greeted with bad news. I have cracked the "magic number" for the moment. 300 pounds. I'm frustrated and disgusted with myself, and I'm feeling weighed down just by my sheer mass at the moment. COVID has not been kind to me, in that I haven't been moving enough, and yet taking in food at regular amounts.
And, see, that's where I'm really frustrated. I eat pretty much "regular amounts" of food, not any kind of massive intake! I saw an interview with Chris Pratt recently, and he was talking about how, earlier in his career, he was "eating to be happy" and sucking back, like five cheeseburgers at a sitting. Others talk about eating an entire large pizza on their own, or will chew through fifty wings on a wing night at their local pub. I see "kick that 2-litre-a-day soda habit!" challenges, as that apparently gives you the huge gut, and realize I'm probably averaging something less than a can per day. Even if I throw in mixed drinks (one or two in a week) and beers/ciders (again, one or two most weeks), it's not that much! We bought my birthday cake on Friday, had a piece Saturday, another Sunday, and the last one yesterday. A bag of jumbo gum drops from Bulk Barn purchased on Saturday still isn't done. Hoovering food and rapacious over-eating is something I do fairly rarely, not consistently.
"Eat a vegetable!" Dude! I'll make a pack of ramen, then throw in a quarter pound or more of grain veggies to go with the protein. I have onions in everything I cook, can munch a quarter-pound of broccoli or cauliflower with hummus or a little bit of dip with no problem. I *love* stir-fries with LOTS of veggies! I figure I'm dealing with a bit of portion control, the curse of carbs in what I *do* eat (because it's too easy to include too many noodles in things!), and inactivity. I'm just not moving enough.
Just. Not. Moving. Enough!
SMART goals are Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, and Timely. So, a SMART goal that I'm going to set for myself is, I want to walk 1000km between now and my next birthday. I have a treadmill, right down in the basement behind the computer upon which I lose so much time playing games. 3km/day isn't that long - the treadmill is American so it marks things in miles, but two miles isn't really that long! A walk to the Superstore and back in milder weather is about the same distance!
It's not hard.
It's doing it that's hard!
I have a meeting that will run late tonight (excuses! I'm great at them!) so if I want to start today, I'll have to figure something else out. I have to go to the mall later - maybe do a lap before/after my particular errand! Get some steps! Burn some calories! Move it, move it, move it!
And if I can get to 1000km, perhaps Fatboy won't be such a Fatboy at his next birthday!
