Ok, so I'm a fat bastard. I'm not chunky, big boned*, husky or any of those other crappy euphemisms, I'm fat.
I went to look at a gym this evening following a thread a few weeks ago and things have changed since I last tried it. Instead of being full of sanctimonious fit people and meatheads there was a good mix of ages and sizes, a good start. The kit has come on a little as well, I swear the cardio kit is a geeks wet dream
I only went down to look it over and think about it but I ended up joining, first time I've been part of the gym croud in the best part of 20 years!
I have a plan. A master plan. You could even say a cunning plan. You see my brain doesn't like exercise, I always used to feel physically better for it but my brain hated it so I'm bribing it into submission.
You see, I've always wanted to fly, I used to fly as a cadet every chance I got and I loved every airborne minute but I was never in a position to even think about paying for lessons and now I can at least think about it I'm not physically in a position to pass the medical for either PPL. I'm (somewhat surprisingly) disgustingly healthy except for being fat and totally unfit, exercise and weight loss is all that stands between me and that medical. Two sessions a week in the gym, eating breakfast, and cutting down on the crap I eat is phase one.
Phase 2 of the plan is to give up smoking, the money saved would allow me to pay for flying lessons easily. I'm not going to try and give up now as going from fat lazy bastard to health freak in one step is a guaranteed way to get fed up in short order and revert. Baby steps, one thing at a time.
We'll see how it goes, there's a great possibility that by this time next week I'll be a physical wreck but I have a long term goal to aim for and it's something I've always wanted so fingers crossed I have the willpower. I want to fly and this is the only way I can do it.
* Ok, so I am big boned but I'm also fat.