There is no point in exercising or trying to get fit if your diet doesn’t reflect what you are doing. For most people at this time of the year, they will be regretting those drunken announcements that they are quitting smoking, running 5k a day, or simply eating healthy. I feel your pain. But while some people are starting to slip back into old habits already, I tried to kick it up a bit with some cooking to go with my running everyday.
Sometimes we make some stupid excuses for not working out. I’m tired. I don’t have time. What good would it do me really? One one hand, I can see a valid point in all of these reasons. Or excuses, depending on your point of view.
Sunday is normally a day of rest for most people. Most people probably go to lunch with their family, or go to the park. I have no idea. I haven’t had a normal family Sunday in what seems like forever. And today was no different. Except there was a run in there at some point.
Another day of Janathon is upon us but my story for today starts last night. As I lay in bed last night, feeling like I was on my death bed, for some reason I found myself watching Katie Hopkins “My Fat Story”. Now, I’m not a fan of this woman at all but seeing as it is Janathon, I thought I would have a look. I think she is rude and engages her mouth before her brain, but on the issue of obesity, she has a point and a valid one at that. “Eat less, move more” is her simple concept to tackle an over-weight population of Britain and beyond. I won’t go too much into the show in case you haven’t seen it yet but all I will reveal is that when she tries to talk to “fat” people, she gets shut down every time. At one point, a woman who invited her to take part in a debate, accuses her of a hate-crimes against fat people, all because she pointed out the obvious, these women were overweight and putting their health at risk.
I feel ill today. No, it’s not a hangover but it sure feels like one mixed with some flu feeling. Maybe it is the flu. I’ll be honest, I don’t really care. Right now I’m lying in bed trying to keep my eyes open while resisting the urge to vomit. Yep, I feel awful. Despite this I still got up this morning and went for a run.
Something is wrong. Very wrong. Today was the first day of Janathon and I haven’t complained at all. Not even once. I have grounds to complain but haven’t.