It’s been a while. You could be forgiven for imagining that perhaps I had self-actualized and ascended on to some higher plane in a flurry of new year resolution fever. Sadly this is not the case. I’m still here, with the same old feet of clay.
Having said that, January 2013 has been a good month. A positive start to the year. My one simple resolution has been serving me well. Despite my sneaking suspicion that perhaps my deliberately singular and undeniably vague resolution might just be a clever avoidance tactic on my part, it has in fact worked very well.
Despite making no specific resolutions regarding the old faithfuls of exercise, diet and alcohol consumption, I have been behaving impeccably in all of these arenas. Well, I say impeccably. What I mean is pretty good. Certainly better than usual. Which is good enough for me.
Exercise-wise I have been rock climbing regularly, at least 3 times a week and, best of all, thoroughly enjoying it. My head has been in a good place, in terms of both putting effort in training and enjoying the actual climbing – not letting my head get in the way, being scared or psyching myself out. Result.
I’ve also started running regularly, 2 to 3 times a week. Not particularly far but far enough and hilly enough to feel it. I’ve buddied up with a friend of mine who lives near by and who until recently was more of an acquaintance than a friend, if I’m honest. It’s nice to spend some time and develop a closer bond. Friendships are always a good thing. As is fitness. My energy levels certainly feel the benefit, as does my mood. I am now more keenly aware than ever of how grumpy and ‘stuck’ I feel if I don’t at least get some exercise every day.
Diet-wise there has not been much change. I have a fairly healthy diet anyway – mostly home-cooked meals at regular times, with lots of fruit and vegetables and a good fluid intake. I toyed with the idea of intermittent fasting (the latest thing in dieting) – it appeals because of the health benefits attributed rather than weight loss per se. But in the end I decided against it as I really don’t need to lose any weight and, given that, I believe it could be psychologically unhealthy to embark on a diet and to start to potentially obsess over food.
Funnily enough, I have actually gained a kilo or two since New Year’s, which is unusual for me. I am normally very constant in my weight. This is going to sound like self-delusion but I am actually pretty convinced that it’s through muscle gain. I have been training more than ever and focusing on power in climbing and very much on my core. I even thought for a fleeting moment that I might have caught sight of the very beginnings of a six-pack but then it disappeared into the mists like a deer startled in the woods.
While I made no plans to give up alcohol in January, my consumption of it has definitely decreased. Training and being more active is a great incentive to drink less. Exercising with the dregs of last night’s alcohol in your system is never going to get you the best results. Equally hooking up with friends to train in the evening leaves less time for boozing.
So, yes. All good. Still room for improvement, obviously, but wouldn’t life be boring if it were otherwise?