Lockdown has not been my happy place. Don’t get me wrong: I love working from home. Before the virus turned our world upside down, I spent (at least) an hour a day travelling to work. Travelling to my workplace now takes me about thirty seconds – depending on whether I have a hangover from the previous night or not.
I’m one of the lucky ones who works an office job; I spend meetings on Microsoft Teams; if I need help I can call or message someone; I get to work in my pyjamas if I want to; if I need to make coffee, I can walk downstairs to the kitchen and make a decent cuppa; I get to make my own lunch instead of having to pay a fortune at the canteen for a soggy sandwich.
In early January 2020, I was praying that we would start homeworking; and then Covid happened. A dream come true.
A year later and I’m fat!!!
I’ve managed to gain 13 Kilograms (28.6 pounds) from July 2020 until now – 15 April 2021.
Okay, let’s face it … I was overweight then and I was “working on it.”
My current stats
I’ve got one of those (relatively) fancy scales that measure weight and stuff and sends the data to my mobile (Cell-phone). Here they are:
Height 190 cm (about 6’ 2”)
Weight 111.70 kilos (246 Pounds) BMI 31.6
Body Fat 33.4% Fat-Free Body Weight 74.35 kg
Subcutaneous Fat 21.8% Visceral Fat 16
Body Water 49.0% Skeletal muscle 33.3%
Muscle Mass 73.39 kg Metabolic Age 48
No excuses!
To be perfectly honest:
I haven’t done any exercise since July last year. I was walking my 10,000 steps a day back then at a relatively decent pace. Then I just hit a wall.
My food consumption is awful. Too much bread and chocolate and ready meals and processed food – and not enough vegetables and fruit.
I have the exercise equipment, so missing out on the Gym is not the issue. My son even bought me a bike for Christmas last year, which I have ridden a total of once! How ungrateful am I?
It’s not as if I don’t have the time to exercise. I’ve claimed back over an hour per day in travel alone.
I spend twenty-three hours a day on my backside, working, watching the gogglebox, or scrolling through countless tiktok videos.
My posture now resembles a Neanderthal’s.
So, as you can see, I have some issues
I suppose this is some sort of mid-life crisis? Although, if this is a mid-life crisis and I am in the middle of my life, it could mean I would be well over a century old before I kick the proverbial bucket. I’m not sure if I like that thought.
On the flip side, if I am going to be around for the indeterminate future, I might as well start to look after myself. I don’t want to be a hundred and sitting in a wheelchair with a bottle of oxygen for company.
It is my intention to write this blog to give me the inspiration to improve my life and hopefully inspire other people to start their own journey of discovery. For the next however many weeks or months, I will be writing about my journey to lose my weight, to discover new ways of eating and exercising and thinking.
I hope to see you on the flipside.
PS. I’m not going to post a picture of my belly right now, because it might scare you.
David Owen Nunes
David is many faceted, fascinating, fastidious, fair, fabulous and the other F word. He works in the Pensions Industry, plays occasional golf, and dreams of being able to write full time.
