By Jamie Hill
Being fat does not make 'more of you to love' - even if you do say it in a stupid voice.....
Right. I'm at a low ebb. A very low ebb. After yesterday's not losing any weight revelations I kind of fell off the wagon and had a Ferraro Rocher-induced bender of a snack attack during Downton Abbey last night.
Instead of making me feel better (even though they tasted like the most awesome things that have ever been created by man (or woman?)) giving in to the temptation made me feel even worse.
So now I probably weigh even more. So, well done me!
I woke up this morning not knowing whether I was going to carry on with this challenge or not. Maybe I'm meant to be this weight? Maybe I'm going against nature trying to get rid of it? Why's it so bloody impossible even to lose a pound?
Somehow I found myself getting my running clothes on, setting the Nike + app on the ol' iPhone and heading out the door for my five kilometres.
And then I started running. My legs were especially killing me. I think the hill running I did on Saturday was not the cleverest idea I've ever had. But after a kilometre or so the aching stopped as that pain got superseded by the 'stitch'. This was an especially bad stitch. I think it was punishment for the Ferraro Rochers from the night before.
It was a lovely morning to go running. The sun was out and so were a million dog walkers on the common.
And then something strange happened.
I actually started to enjoy the running. I found myself actually getting quite into it.
It was still hard and there was still pain to be found in every step but for some reason I didn't mind. I was actually enjoying myself.
By the time I got home I was smiling. Alright, I discovered my cat stuck on the roof (God knows how it got up there) but that's a different story.
Yesterday, I made a promise that from today I would only consume 1,500 calories a day apart from the fasting days where I will only consume a 1,000 calories. I'm determined to keep to that today. I'm determined to lose the weight.
But, if this morning's run is anything to go by, I might actually be getting a bit fitter so even if I don't lose any weight during the 28 days, I'm still doing myself a hell of a lot of good.
It's my magazine deadline week this week so it all gets a bit manic at work but I think that will be a good thing for distracting me away from the food.
Right, I'm back on it. Only 11 Days to go until my Mo Farah spectacular 10,000 metre run.
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