Three months

12 weeks. The magical number. Most fitness plans revolve around this. When I was doing classes three days a week for three months with a person trainer aka the devil, I did the before and after shots. The results were amazing. The transformation was amazing.
Now thinking about three months ago when I felt as low as I do right now about my weight, had I just started then imagine how awesome I would be looking and feeling right now! Damnit man why is it so hard to stick with things or to even start.



Back then in 2013 I had a major goal and even through hectic punishment at those sessions I did them and it was worth it. I have not been able to find something to drive me to that point again. It's literally been downhill since then after the Chiro told me those sessions were just too much for my body.
Fast forward to 2016, I am now at my heaviest and lowest fitness. I had a 10km run race this past Saturday.  It was brutal. It felt like a half marathon. And 3 days later I think I am still trying to recover.
My thoughts this week are desperate.  I'm thinking of going on a drastic DIET. The dreaded Tuna diet I was on while with the personal trainer. It's simplistic. It's low calories.  It's not sustainable at all.
I need to shed many kilos and then hope I can focus on a complete lifestyle change. I wish I could be vegan gluten and sugar free, but it feels all so overwhelming.  All these new age conditions going around are scary and most call for major lifestyle changes. Which I guess if we looking at the silver lining, there is a multitude of online help available.
Now just to peel myself off the floor and get going with something towards weight loss. Cooking is the problem.  I detest cooking and love baking. Time to get with the program!