zenguitar wrote:In my mind I have the same physique as I did in 1991 when I had been doing near daily local crew jobs in London for 6 months. When I returned to Devon I didn't have an ounce of spare fat on me, my brother's first thought was that I had been very ill until he realised I was just in the best shape of my life.
Sadly, the mirror has taken to telling me porkies.
I know exactly what you're talking about, roadie-ing is about as good as you can get exercise-wise. I shifted the major portion of an imperial ton almost daily back in the day. These days the mirror in my case tells the truth :-)
I carry weight better than some, but that's hollow comfort because I'm pushing the boundaries even so and I'm acutely aware that I need to get out there and start burning off the podge where it matters.
No joke... I finally gave up smoking 3 months ago with a view to marching up and down the South Downs to get trim again. I knocked the fags on the head with assistance from the NHS (Champix
, by the way, is epic
for anyone struggling to quit like I did. It's not without its own challenges but it works like nothing else you can possibly imagine) after 20+ years of multiple failures and just as I was in Amsterdam planning to polish off my walking boots on my return we get a global pandemic and told to stay indoors for 2 months.
That said, weight is shiftable and my body has always responded well to physical punishment in that regard. No complicated dieting plans required. It's a simple physical equation: calories in vs. calories burnt. If the latter exceeds the former, everything will take care of itself.
I'm on the heavy side because I'm a bit lazy, better off than I used to be (thus more toys) and a bit greedy (mmm ... sausages). Now I feel able to do it, once I have a sense of safety going outside I simply need to march up and down the hills on the South Downs regularly. Last time, 2 or 3 (or 4?) years ago, I lost 2 stone in what seemed like no time doing exactly that, so I'm under no illusions as to what I need to do.
Luckily I have a beautiful 9-mile walk (with shorter variations) right on my doorstep from the Devil's Dyke to the Clayton Windmills and back, over some of the most hilly and picturesque landscape that the South of England has to offer. Optional extensions to Ditchling Beacon extend that walk to 12 or more miles depending on the route and it's all glorious ancient and elevated countryside.
Recent discussions about social distancing notwithstanding, I think it's probably not far off now that I can put my smoke-free lungs (the last month or so especially I have rediscovered just how amazing the ability to absorb oxygen efficiently is, to the point it's fundamentally improved my life) to the test on the Sussex hills because much of that path is off the beaten track. At the height of summer in normal times it's relatively rare to meet fellow walkers and distancing is of no effort whatsoever so I'm rather looking forward to it :thumbup: