Too Much Drinking, Now I Need To Diet

The last week has been a strange sort of a week really, for the most part I now feel that I’m in an eating plan that will probably do me for……..oh about the next 40 or so years.  I think I’ve got my calorie balance (what I eat to what I burn) just about perfect but I’ll still be weighing myself every couple of weeks just to make sure.  I’m eating nothing but normal food, no specific diet rubbish. In terms of body shape the last deposit of fat on my body is the little bit of spare tyre I’ve got left but as I’m sure most people know this is always the hardest bit to shift, certainly for men anyway.  Give it a couple more months and there will be a six pack back in place.

As far as my new fitness goals have gone there has been some bad and some good.  The good news is that I did my cross-trainer challenge already, about 6 weeks ahead of schedule.  I managed to cover 12.32km in 60 minutes, I then spent the next day barely being able to move.  It was cool though, it’s the first time I’ve physically challenged myself in years and it felt really good to feel my lungs bursting and the sweat pouring of me.  That was after only the first 5 minutes.  My heart rate was at 95% or above for almost the whole hour.  I’m sure there were plenty of people in the gym looking at me like I was mental, especially when I jumped of the cross-trainer and started high-fiving people*.

The bad news is that the rowing is going to be far more difficult than I thought.  My first attempt at the 5km challenge was a time of 21:26.8, almost 50 seconds slower than what I need to be.  The problem was that the Concept 2 rower I usually use was out of action so I had to use another one that had a much “softer” pull.  This means you need to row a lot faster to maintain the same pace, with any luck my usual rower will be back sooner rather than later so that I can get on with the training (going to have a go this morning as long as all is well).  

Seeing as how I’ve done one challenge I’ve decided to throw another into the mix, this time a physical challenge (damn, this is starting to sound like something from the Crystal Maze).  I’ve set myself the goal of pressing 125% of my body weight for a minimum of 8 reps.  So at my current weight of about 76kg  that means pressing 95 kilos or up.  Should be fun.

*I didn’t really, I doubt anybody would have come within 10 yards of me with the amount of sweat that was dripping