Before getting into this writing game full time, I was one of those guys you see driving around in a truck with the back stacked up with hedge cuttings or the best part of a tree, or I was the guy chugging around on a big mower on your local playing field. I did this for about fifteen years: worked hard during the summer then when things cooled down in the winter I did a bit of writing. During the winter I used to put on about a stone in weight, then come the spring and early summer I would dump that weight in about two to three months. Of course, that ain’t happening now.
It’s something people don’t realised about manual workers who move into a sedentary occupation. You’re fit, you have acquired the eating habits to support that level of activity, and you’re used to being out in the sun, sweating. One problem is that the reduction in exercise, and sunshine, can make you more prone to depression. Another is the weight. I found that the stone I put on in the winter wasn’t easily going away and over the last five years my weight has been edging up. Exercise goes some way to alleviate this, but no amount of exercise can match five days of manual labour each week. I once worked out that on my ‘walk-behind’ day – when I went out with a couple of walk-behind mowers and cut private lawns – I was walking over twenty-five miles, fast, often carrying a heavy-duty strimmer or big mower bags of grass cuttings.
For the last few years I’ve been fighting the flab with low carb diets and, per week, nine miles of dog walking, 24 to 40 miles cycling and a few sessions of weight training. It ain’t enough, so now I’ve come up with a new diet plan. It’s not healthy, but I’ve been growing tired of being a fit fat bastard with and ever-increasing waistline. It goes like this: you work on the theory that if you keep shoving food into your gob and not burning it off you are going to get fat, so stop it. I stopped eating for two days and thereafter confined myself to one small meal a day. Feel hungry? Well, my stomach has shrunk so that’s not so much of a problem, when it does become a problem I smoke a cigarette. Feel tired and lethargic? Drink a triple espresso.
Eleven pounds in twenty-two days – half a pound a day. You’d think I would feel knackered, but I don’t. I actually feel a lot better and am doing more. Think of the weight in 2lb bags of sugar. Five and a half of them would certainly strain the handles of a supermarket carrier bag, and I’m no longer carrying that. I might write a diet book…
May I suggest a title?
"The Skinnier"
Kirby, I like the plan, other than the adverse effect of the cocaine on the bank account – stick to the triple espressos.
Bascule, not the skinnier, just the less fattier.
Gosh, Bob, I'm touched by your concern (btw, wire-brushed the patio by hand on saturday and re-grouted it on sunday – MY patio).
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Gosh, Bob, I'm touched by your concern
Not enough though eh? hehe
That's a fast diet, all right. The coffee (as long as it's fairly sugar free, yuck) will also help since it's a diuretic. I would suggest a proper BMI test to check your hydration levels before continuing too far. You can be really overweight (like me) and still be dehydrated.
Maybe switching to an old manual typewriter would help burn off calories 🙂
e.jim, I guess I'm lucky to have no health problems (yet). This is all a bit drastic at present, but coming out of it with, hopefully, my weight down below 12 stone, I intend to then modify my eating habits – move food to a lower ranking in importance in my mind. I'd like to do the same with the drinking, and the smoking, but one thing at a time…
Colin, saccharin in the coffee (I only have one of those triples a day anyway, since more than that results in me climbing the walls) and I do drink plenty of water.
Good grief, Neal. I think I'll take a pass on that diet plan. I'm not an anti smoking nazi, but the habit just ain't for this Missouri Redneck.
As for getting chunky after being fit, I had that experience when I got out off active duty in 1993. My National Guard drill time just wasn't anywhere near enough to burn the blubber off.
Respects,
Murph
Northtown, Missouri