Fast Bastard Chronicles #2

I’ve learned a couple of lessons since I wrote the first entry in my Fat Bastard Chronicles. The first is that if you’re going to turn over a new leaf, it’s probably best to do it the week AFTER a holiday that’s chief components are big dinners and chocolate.

The second is people read this stuff and will hold you accountable.

It’s now been over two weeks since I started on this road. I have to say that it’s not that difficult for me to make it to the gym. I’ve done it for years, so motivation isn’t really an issue.

What's different is I’m now going to the gym almost every day of the week and I have a goal. I will be 200 lbs by the end of June. Even if it kills me. I’ve set myself up on a 3 day rotation that you can download and evaluate for yourself.

I'm already noticing changes.

My cardio is already showing a marked improvement. Where before I was quite happy to stay on a cross trainer for 35 minutes, I now force myself to actually do some running on the treadmill. I hate the treadmill. always have. But I've become so good at the Cross-Trainer, and my body is so comfortable with it that I'm probably not doing myself much good anymore.

My pace has already picked up on the treadmill. Where I started running at 9 km/h, I’m now galloping at 11km/h. If that doesn’t sound like much, please remember I have wee legs.

If there is a part of my original pledge that seems to have fallen by the wayside it’s going for runs outside. I’ve always been a fair-weather runner, so it’s no surprise given the unusual cold-snap of the last few weeks, that I haven’t gone for very many runs – none really.

I’m hoping that will change now that the sun is finally beginning to warm things up.

The fat bastard chronicles #1

Most folks who know me well, recognize a duality to how I treat my body.

On one hand I'm very deligent about going to the gym and proud of getting consistently better results at the yearly Niagara on the Lake Duathlon.

On the other hand, I drink gallons of beer and eat so many wings, you'd think I was going to sprout a pair of my own.

But today I was at the gym and after another rigorous workout I stepped on the scale. I wasn't surprised at the number I saw. 234lbs.















Ouch.

Now to put this in perspective, when I started university I weighed a staggering 180lbs. That means that in the last 17 years (holy fcuk!) I've managed to pack on 54lbs and go from a pant size of 32 to 36.

So what's to be done? Well I can set all the personal targets I want, but until they are public targets I don't really have much incentive (other than avoiding diabetes, heart disease, etc.). You see everyone has to know my target for it to be real.

So here it is. By the end of June I will be 200lbs of mostly muscle.

I have a plan. And I'm here to share it..

• I will continue to drink beer and eat wings - but the wings will be restricted to once a week. All other food consumed in a bar will be salads or veggie platters.
• Not a single potato chip will cross my lips and I will stay away from junk food of all sorts.
• I will go to the gym every day for weights and cardio.
• I will go for an outdoor run 3 times a week.

That's it. I don't have any fantasies about being 18 again. But I do think I can be the best 35 year old I can.

Stay tuned for some unflattering pictures so you can follow along with my progress.