
It's New Years/Birthday resolutions time again. I'm now officially a Twentysomething, which from what I hear entails drinking Starbucks Coffee, engaging in meaningful political conversation over a nice bottle of Merlot and sharing an apartment with a group of equally caffeine addicted, politically minded souls. Well, there'll be time for all that when I defeat the demon that has plagued me from the beginning of my university career...
Those people who have the pleasure of knowing me will be aware of my status of horizontal privilege, or 'fatty-boom-boomness' as it's also known. Well, a new year, a new decade and a new realisation of my size has inspired me to do something about the old weight problem.
The title of this blog comes from the song 'St Elmo's Fire' by John Parr, a big haired mid 80s power ballad that talked about not being sure of what to do and where you are being taken. Right now I feel I have to take control.
I am fat because I have little control over my body. I spend ten hours at the university and I feel like eating. I feel like eating lots. It is getting to the point where I feel like I'm no longer eating to live; I'm living to eat.
So it's time for action. I have already lost 4 kilograms (9 pounds in old money) from cutting out the Coca Cola and the fatty foods and replacing them with substitutes, though that won't be enough. I have to exercise.
This is where a good friend from York comes in. Last year I ran a 10K round Edinburgh. I had never run properly before it, so by race day the minuscule preparation I had put in did make some difference, and I finished in about an hour and fifteen minutes. Looking at this achievement, I am forced to ask myself why I didn't take advantage of the opportunity to go further.
So this time, there's no going back. I'm running the Leeds Half Marathon and that's final.Perhaps I might even grow a 'tasche like Dave Bedford's as well