the summer after my fourth year in college, i went through a crazy, healthy, exercise-driven regime during which i lost and then re-gained (in muscle) 10 pounds, completely turned around my diet and was probably healthier than i had ever been (i would say even healthier than my water polo days because i was eating better).
what motivated me to do this was driven by a number of factors… self-image, concerns regarding health in general (i sort of felt like i was growing too old, too quickly), but more than anything, i think it was seeing old pictures of me when i was much healthier and than realizing what a sad shape i was in at the present day.
in the end i was running pretty much 4 miles 6 out of 7 days, going to the weight room at work 4 out of 5 weekdays. i was also eating high-protein, low carb, low fat foods. at some point during all of this, mcdonald’s actually became repulsive to me - whether i was afraid that it would cause me to regain all my weight, that just that the number of calories scared the heck out of me, that it tasted too heavy for me compared to what i was eating… i actually didn’t want to eat it.
all of this was actually maintainable (i pretty much kept this up for 6 months… quite an extended dieting period) because i started slowly and just slowly felt the urge to push harder. i think i started off by running a mile everyday, which i knew was just a little bit of a push for me at that time. after a while, i decided that i should go for another lap. and once i got started increasing the distance, it was really easy to push all the way to 2 to 3 miles very quickly. it wouldn’t even say “push” because it was like i actually wanted to do it… it felt like it was almost a waste if i didn’t keep moving forward. at the point when i was running 4 miles, i would save wednesdays to check my sprinting speed… and i would seriously sprint for about half a mile and then finish off the rest of the mile… at the peak of all of this, i was getting close to 6 min/mile, which was faster than anything i did in high school.
anyways, i was just thinking about how nasty i feel today after eating all that crap, and how i think that i’m finally at the point where my stomach is a little too soft and too big on the sides for my liking. i tried to do the healthy thing a couple of months ago, but i think that basically failed because i underestimated the difficulties i would have trying to go to the gym that often after work. and i also don’t think i was at the point where i was motivated (out of shape) enough to do it.
but now, i’m really starting to get there. it’s unsettling that while i used to take 4 miles with ease, now i’m hesitant to run with christina for 2 or 3 miles through oakland or around lake merritt. while i used to have a lot of energy and was willing to go out and have the energy to run all kinds of errands, now i’m a lazy homebody who doesn’t want to move from his chair or do chores. while i used to worry more about coordination while playing hockey in oakland, now i’m worried about power and acceleration - and i can’t help but think that i wouldn’t have hurt my knee if i had been in better shape.
just in general, i know that i’m getting older, but i feel like i’m acting older than i should be. i think i just need to actually put down an initial easy plan and schedule in paper. i think what i need is about 6 weeks of real dedication to that schedule. so what i really first need to do, is get myself up in the morning again, and i think that will be easier to do when the idea is more concrete than abstract - that’s why i’d like to get it on paper. and i’ll start of by running 1.5 - 2 miles a day (pretty sure i can do that) and work my way up. hopefully be at 3 miles by the fifth week. then obviously, hope that by the time 6 weeks is up, that the momentum will maintain itself for however long it can.
i don’t know when this will all start, but probably not anytime in december… too tough to keep a schedule in december with all this stuff going on. it’d actually be easiest to do if i move out, because i’ll be able to make exactly what i need for food, and be too bored out of my mind to do anything else.