To run or not to run
I am still seriously thinking about this healthy lifestyle business, I am actually very good at the thinking part, its just that despite my best efforts I cant seem to find a working plan that doesn't give pie's and beer a body swerve. Perhaps I am aiming to high; it might be more realistic to go for a modest plan to begin with. Start small work my way up to big, I think that should be the other way round, but you get my drift.
I had a friend who did it that way; he changed his eating and exercise habits with a five-year plan. He was a little older than I am so he made sure his transition was gradual. He cut out all the bad stuff, cigs, alcohol, and fatty foods, he exercised for twenty minutes every day. In short he looked after his body and I have to admit that as he lay in his coffin in his mother’s front room, he looked more alive and dynamic than at any other point in his life.
The last time I got it into my head to become Mr Universe, I really did go for it, it meant a strict diet, and two hours exercise every day, no alcohol. I even got myself a home gym, and if I am honest I did enjoy all the jumping around, I even started to wear white T-shirts. It didn’t last, it never does, one of the problems was that whenever I met someone whom I hadn’t seen for a while, they would look at me in horror and advise me to get to a doctor quick. Weather that was just jealousy on their part or a real concern for my health, I'm not sure. In any case it didn’t last, and soon I was back to my Johnny Vegas ways.
As a young man I was very fit, I used to run everywhere, even when I ventured into town, I would run a lamp walk a lamp, then run continuously until about a mile from my destination, and I wouldn’t even break out in a sweat. These days just thinking about running and I am wet through.
I will do it, I’m positive I will, I just need a run at it.
I had a friend who did it that way; he changed his eating and exercise habits with a five-year plan. He was a little older than I am so he made sure his transition was gradual. He cut out all the bad stuff, cigs, alcohol, and fatty foods, he exercised for twenty minutes every day. In short he looked after his body and I have to admit that as he lay in his coffin in his mother’s front room, he looked more alive and dynamic than at any other point in his life.
The last time I got it into my head to become Mr Universe, I really did go for it, it meant a strict diet, and two hours exercise every day, no alcohol. I even got myself a home gym, and if I am honest I did enjoy all the jumping around, I even started to wear white T-shirts. It didn’t last, it never does, one of the problems was that whenever I met someone whom I hadn’t seen for a while, they would look at me in horror and advise me to get to a doctor quick. Weather that was just jealousy on their part or a real concern for my health, I'm not sure. In any case it didn’t last, and soon I was back to my Johnny Vegas ways.
As a young man I was very fit, I used to run everywhere, even when I ventured into town, I would run a lamp walk a lamp, then run continuously until about a mile from my destination, and I wouldn’t even break out in a sweat. These days just thinking about running and I am wet through.
I will do it, I’m positive I will, I just need a run at it.
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