measurements

Posted on July 8, 2013 by mimioso

We all know that the number on a set of scales is not an exact representation of what we weigh or more to the point how much fat we are actually carrying.

Sure there’s those fandangled scales that say they can measure body weight against water retention & muscle mass, but how accurate they are? Well that’s anyone’s guess.

And I was actually going to go out & buy some scales today, mainly so I could update my progress & statistics page but then I was reminded of the fact that just because the scales say I lost 2kg that doesn’t exactly mean that those 2kg were fat.

So instead I decided that I’m going to start measuring myself, every week or maybe fortnight I’m going to get the trusty tape measure out & see if I have reduced my size as opposed to reduced the number on the scales.

So here are this weeks measurements, & I must admit that I cringe as I write this because man are those measurements appalling. But in the spirit of positive upbeat thinking & all that, I just made a promise to myself that this is the last time I will ever see those exact numbers appear anywhere on this blog.

baby steps

Posted on July 3, 2013 by mimioso

So last night on my now nightly walk I decided I would up the ante just a tad & try out this foreign movement called running. I lasted a whole 2 minutes, in fact i’m not sure it was even 2 minutes, it could have been 2 seconds, it felt like 2 hours.

For those of you that are overweight I’m sure you will understand when I say running is probably as difficult as trying to complete an obstacle course blindfolded with a broken leg & one arm tied behind your back.

Let’s just put it this way, in those whole 2 minutes of running I embarked on, not only did I feel (& most likely look) like an uncoordinated obese giraffe, but I also felt like a complete idiot.

And by idiot I mean how many runnners out there do you see not only holding onto their boobs for fear of knocking themselves out, but also panting so hard you’d think they were one breath away from collapsing to the ground in a tidal wave of blubber? None? Well clearly you weren’t in my neighbourhood last night.

And I hate to say it, especially after such a pitiful attempt, but I’m not sure if running is ever going to be for me. I like the idea of it, I just don’t like the feeling of so much fat moving around so independently from my frame.