Monday, August 14, 2006

Fat Bastard

So I went shopping for a suit yesterday and I had to confront the undeniable fact that since graduating from law school I really have turned into a fat bastard. I exercise often, at least 45 minutes of aerobic exercise (running or elliptical) four times per week but it hasn’t been enough to ward off the effects of declining metabolism and crappy diet. I must have gained about 30 lbs in the last five years. Of course, the major change in my diet from five years ago is that I am no longer a vegetarian. I was a vegetarian for almost ten years and I think it had a lot to do with keeping my weight in check; well, that and running 50 miles per week. I guess when you run that much you can eat everything you want. If I thought me knees and feet could handle it I’d up my running back to 1995 levels, but I feel every mile much more now. I’ve been forced to replace a lot of those road miles with the elliptical machine and even with walking on some days. I think I’m going to try an experiment and revert back to a vegetarian diet for a month. I will also increase my aerobics to five days per week and try to use weights three days per week. Perhaps by the second week in September I’ll be able to get into some more of the clothes in my closet. So far I ate yogurt for breakfast and a large salad for lunch. Kill me now.

With the baby coming though I can’t really be so selfish as to carry around a spare tire and so na├»ve to think that it isn’t having an effect on my heart and overall health. Plus, it will probably help my diving. Looks like it’s off to the quarry this coming Saturday for some semi-deep wreck diving. Shark River next week.


michael sande said...

After about 10 years of a more or less static weight, I've gained at least 10 pounds this year. Since moving (and not joining a new gym) and having a baby, there has been no exercise in my life other than walking to and from the subway. I don't like to run outdoors, and don't own a treadmill, so my body continues to decline.

Mark said...

I ran 5 miles in my target heart-rate last night and then today was taken out to lunch by one of our coverage counsel and I ate more food than I have in a month. Somewhere post law school my willpower evaporated to be replaced with an insatiable hunger that can only be filled with rich Italian food. I swear, some mornings I wake up and think I have gout. Now I have to run 5 more miles tonight just to even out. Middle age sucks.