Things need to change around here.
I’m letting the stupidest, little things get to me.
I have always been the paranoid type… but this is beyond a joke.
Solution: Balance is always restored when I’m fit and looking after myself.
After 3 months of little or no exercise and binge drinking sessions at least once every fortnight, my mind is slipping back into an all too familiar self-destructive pattern. So too is my waistline!
A portly and sweaty Andy Jones at 96kg with his beautiful wife, Amy - August 2008
96kg in September 2008 was reduced to 85kg of solid muscle mass by May 2009. A shoulder injury limited me to cardio between October 2009 and December 2009. On November 17 2009 I weighed in at just 80.5kg.
A medium sized Andy Jones at 82kg with his beautiful wife, Amy - Christmas 2009
The last 3 months has resulted in a shocking rebound – a flabby 86.8kg.
It’s time to simplify life, get back to the basics of rest and exercise. My daily diet has included 3 fruit and 6 vegetables for the last 6 months, a direction I wish to continue.
I’m sick of ‘untagging’ myself in FaceBook photos. Sick of getting angry when I’m shaving every morning and noticing my double chin. Sick of making bloody excuses. Most of all, sick of having no self esteem.
It’s time for the metamorphosis. Instead of talking about this shit, it’s time to make some serious changes. I know what works best for me so it’s boot camp for the next 3 months, followed by some proper well-being maintenance until I’m an old geezer and my legs don’t work.
I have an enormous amount of respect for those who live their lives straight edge because booze has always been an issue for me. I guess you can say I’m genetically predisposed to enjoying an ale, larger or wine. But I’m sick of excuses. It’s time for change. That change starts now.
