So, my "experiment" failed abysmally.
It all started with good intentions and lasted approximately a week. Not directly through any fault of my own, but as a result of tearing a muscle in my back!
I know I've complained (numerous times) on here about having a bad back, being mindful of lifting your baby, training with an injury, etc., but it seems that sometimes, no matter what you do, your body is going to fail you... Having said that, when you have a 5 month old boy who is bigger than the average 1 year old, you’re on the right path to tearing something!
Besides, I’ve taken this opportunity to let myself go a little. WHAAAAT???? You ask; well, I figured that you can’t preach about Dadbods and how to get rid of them if you’ve never had one yourself, right? I was once out of shape when I was in my early 20s, smoked a little too much weed and did zero exercise (see horrible pic below);
it’s not quite a Dadbod, but pretty close! So although I’m not quite going back to this level of poor health, I’m getting close to looking a bit rubbish. I’ve basically eaten what I’ve wanted and drank beer or cider (or both!) most or every day for the last couple of weeks. I’m deleting any previous “before” photos as the next lot I post will be so “before” that I’ll struggle to believe they’re me!
Watch this space is all I’m saying...
The upside to not training (read; not giving a shit) is that I’m almost sick of eating and drinking like this and it’s making me excited to start properly cooking and prepping again, as well as seeing what my body can do with the knowledge I have now and how to apply it properly. Don’t get me wrong, I’m certainly not sick of pizza or beer - or even pasties for that matter - I mean, come on, I am still me! However, I may now look forward to consuming said indulgences a bit more, rather than just taking their enjoyment for granted.
Wish me luck!