Week 1 and 2

February 1^st, my weight was 215 pounds. This means for my height, my BMI was 33.7 which label me in the obese group. I can’t do anything about my height (apparently even wearing 6 inches high hill doesn’t count). The only thing I can change is my weight.

I didn’t put all that extra weight in a few weeks; it has been years of gobbling all the wrong food in excess amount. I take full responsibility, if I had kept my mouth shut more often, my dough- dough body would be more like a spaghetti shape.

My target for the next 40 weeks is to loose one pound per week. After that stage I will be only over-weight. I will still have a long way to go, but I will already be pushing-up my health.

I am retired so training time is not an issue. I will torture myself walking and jogging. I’m really careful not to put too much stress on my over-size frame. So right now it’s more walking and I just lightly jog few times in the last mile.

I used to run a lot, my weight was lower but even then my knees didn’t appreciate all that pounding. This is why I have to be really careful about how I will approach my schedule.

I walk without a timer, I know if I started to run with one I will be ending running against the time and end up faster having to stop for a while to recuperate from injury. Slow and steady will win my race.

Once a week, I will put a walking and weight log. Nothing hidden, the truth the whole truth and nothing but… 

  

Time to change

My biological clock is giving me some alarms.

Two years ago, my blood pressure was high… I started to add pill to my diet.

My last health exam, the blood pressure situation seems to have been solved by itself and I stopped the pill however my doctor was not happy, my cholesterol level was so high that he prescribed pills to correct the situation.

He also gives me all the “No”: No cheese, No eggs, No cake, No coffee (because of the cream). He didn’t mention anything I could have. I should have fire him on the spot but I don’t have much choice in the matter, where I live (Quebec, Canada), the one with a family doctor are lucky.

You might think that I’m 85 years old and it is just the normal aging process but I just turned 55 this week :(

This is not even the worse; I’m overweighed! according to the BMI chart, I’m obese. I haven’t seen my toes for a while :)

February 1^st, I decided to let go… of my extra fat cells. This blog will be dedicated to my journey to get back to a body that doesn’t create such a gigantic shadow.

So in this race against the fat, I will give details, pictures, charts, whatever I find in helping me to the crossing line in the hope that it will help someone else too (and keep me motivate).

So together, let stand-up, put on the running shoes and pace ourselves to better health!