A while back, I wrote this post. In a nutshell, I attempted to start exercising for the first time, proper, in my life. I wanted to get rid of my Dad belly.
I started off well. I set up an account with My Virtual Mission and set out to cycle (on my exercise bike) from my house to Crail on the east coast of Scotland. My target was just 3km a day, and I was regularly doing double that. Then, I skipped a day. I had a sore knee, probably from exercising four days in a row.
No biggie. I picked the exercising up again after a little rest and was back on track. Usually, I was cycling while watching TV. I’d go at a steady pace for a while and then do a sprint, working up a sweat. Initially, I felt like I was going to hyperventilate when my cycling was done. After a week or so of this, I was actually alright after I’d finished. I take it something positive was happening and I was getting used to it.
My weight had dropped too, slightly, losing 3kg in a couple of weeks.
A few days further on, however, I got a cold. This made me lay off the bike completely and try my best to get some rest.
When I felt well enough to cycle again, I checked My Virtual Mission. I was way behind my goal. It seemed like it was no longer possible for me to finish my mission in the timescales I’d aimed for. This left me deflated. This mission was my motivation! It had essentially gone.
And then Christmas started to happen. I’d been avoiding desserts, puddings, sweets, chocolate and biscuits. Now it was impossible! Toblerones, Mr Kipling Frosty Fancies, Fox’s biscuits and Emma’s homemade Christmas pudding. The temptation was beyond anything that you would reasonably expect a man to resist.
I’m not fooling myself. The exercise drive is OVER for this year. I’ve accepted it. I’m at peace with this because one of my New Year’s resolutions is to do this exercise thing again, and do it properly. My toe has been stuck in the water and I now have a more realistic idea of what I can and can’t achieve.
So, I’m going to enjoy Christmas. Not overindulge, but equally, not completely avoid the sweet treats of the season. This is guilt free because I know I’m committed to turning things around in January. I AM! I’ll also be seeking out anything else I can do, aside from the exercise bike / sweet-embargo, to assist me in my attempts to get rid of my Dad belly and get in shape.
Join me in January, particularly if you’re also trying to shift a Dad belly. We can do this!