From 16 Stone to 12 Stone in 4 Months

It was not easy

Let me start by saying I have never been thin, this was a combination of genetics and an unhealthy lifestyle both in my childhood and now as an adult.

Ironic really, as I played rugby all my life and went into nutrition as a career for six years (the same time that I was running.)

I was 16 stone, working 60 plus hours a week, eating unhealthy, but had plenty of coin in the bank as they say. I was single at the time, but playing the field if you know what I mean.

My career was going very well and I had plenty of friends, however, they could see my health declining. I was eating take away food, drinking a lot of alcohol and of course working long hours.

I decided that now was in my 30’s maybe I should start to settle down a bit and turned to a dating website. I found some really nice women and dated a few. One woman that I dated was a tri-athlete and asked me what sports I was into, there was a bit of silence before I started to talk about my rugby career.

She laughed, “great, what about now? what do you do sporting wise?” I was stumped and told her I went to the gym, she laughed and said in no uncertain terms that she doubted I had been in the gym all year.

Now that comment could have gone either way, however being a positive person and maybe the fact I am a man, I took this as a challenge, I told her being a triathlete was easy anyone can swim, run and cycle.

Being the fiery woman she was I got challenged to a race over 10k, a little frustrated I agreed, knowing I could probably not even run 1k without a lot of encouragement.

I started with two, ten minute walks a day and felt I was making good progress, a week later she had registered me for a “Park Run” which is a local 5k run/walk event designed to get people a bit of exercise with similar struggles to keep fit. There were some serious runners but most were like me, overweight and could hardly run.

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