I won't lie, yesterday's celebrations contained a large amount of alcohol, lots of nibbles that would never find itself anywhere near a healthy meal, lots of laughter and a thoroughly good time. It was possibly one of the best New Years I have ever had, simply because I was with the people that matter the most to me and all of them were happy and healthy. You can't be happier if you have that, especially in these uncertain times.
However, the morning afterwards was a little more 'down to earth' and with a colossal bang. I didn't actually get out of bed until 1pm, which is something that never happens, but I was simply enjoying the rest, the book I was reading, talking to my wife and knowing that I actually didn't have to get up. I still felt rough, but the night before was worth it...for once.
I really wanted to start the healthy eating and no alcohol today, but I am sticking to my guns and taking my time and implementing things one step at a time. Monday is soon enough and this way I'm not overloading myself with everything at once, something that didn't work the last time.
I have done my exercises today and my stretches, and it was very hard, This session was with weights and was called Sparta, because by the time you've finished, you've done 300 reps of the weights, whether it's arms, chest, legs etc. I thoroughly enjoyed it, but my arms and legs are feeling it now. Tomorrow is the last session of the week and then I have Sunday off - 6 days of exercising, one day off. I have also walked about 10,000 steps and agreed with my wife to walk a thousand miles in a year, which is about 3 miles a day.
When I look back on last year, the highs and lows, I learnt a lot about myself along the way. My wife and I were discussing when it was, exactly, that we gave up and started eating again and drinking and not exercising. We narrowed it down to a specific event, the cancellation of our half term holiday in October, two days before we were supposed to fly out; it marked our fourth holiday cancellation, but none of them had been as close the the day as this one was. We were devastated, but didn't realise that it set us on a path of self-destruction in terms of our eating and fitness.
Over the last few weeks my wife and I have reflected on it and talked a lot about the way it made us feel and have prepared ourselves better mentally and have promised to communicate more to help each other over this coming year. A year I am looking forward to, despite the incompetence of the government and the still very real danger of Covid. But I don't want to start the year on a negative, or end a blog that way, so I am looking forward to all that I will achieve over this year. I am going to take a photo a month at the same angle and chart my journey through photos as well as writing. Obviously they will be for me, I wouldn't want to scare you to death. Maybe, in 6 months, I'll see if I'm doing well enough for a before and after.
I sincerely hope that 2021 brings you health and happiness and I also want to thank the people who read this regularly, and those that have just started reading it. I hope that this will inspire your journey and help you to realise how hard it is, but that there are people out there doing the same and we are all cheering each other on in this. One step at a time, slowly, watch the fat come off and your life become healthier.
Until tomorrow, thank you for your support and remember to stay safe and stay strong.
Thanks for reading.
Sean.
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