I’m sure they exist, but there’s just something wrong with an overweight dietitian, isn’t there? It’s sort of like finding out your doctor smokes cigarettes, but more difficult to hide.
But, what if the dietitian’s husband is a bit flabby and out of shape?
Being married to a dietitian is something I consider a genuine blessing. Apart from her many other skills, Melanie’s nutritional wisdom and sensible control of our family meals has been a key factor in preventing me from ballooning in weight since my work has become more sedentary over the last number of years.
Yet over that same time period, Melanie has maintained the slim, healthy figure she had when we married six years ago (in spite of having a child), while I’ve lost the athletic build I once found easy to maintain.
It’s not that I’m morbidly obese. Far from it. But at twenty-eight, if I keep declining physically, not only will I be ill-equipped to fight disease and ailments, I’ll also not be physically able to enjoy my great-grandchildren.
Yes, you read that right. Great-grandchildren!
A reality check…
A short time ago I was given a real shock when I observed my own grandfather enjoy playing with our daughter. Even though he is eighty-two, he’s still possesses the freedom of movement to play with a child without any issue. You really have to see it to believe it.
He’s one of those old-fashioned, super-productive achievers, working in an intense environment until he was 75. Yet all through his life he has made it his habit to eat well and exercise daily.
Neither food nor exercise is an obsession, but both are taken seriously as key elements to performing at his best, and living life in the most productive possible way.
And that’s precisely why I’m writing this now. Watching my grandfather play with my daughter was a wake up call. Without the daily discipline of good food and exercise, he would never have had the energy, strength, and suppleness necessary to enjoy his first great-grandchild at the age of eighty-two.
Getting expert help on board…
I’ve spoken to Mel about this and she has somewhat reluctantly agreed to help me. I say reluctantly because she knows there’s little wrong with my diet at home. We eat healthily, and Mel knows if I just moved more I’d get in the shape I should be in.
However, I wanted her to draw up an eating plan which would accelerate my fat loss, while still giving me the energy I need to exercise and do my work.
After a bit of pestering, she has finally given in, and I’ve drawn up an exercise regimen which strikes the balance of giving me the maximum results, in the minimum time (I used to exercise regularly, but that’s almost ten years ago).
So, why am I writing about this?
Melanie often talks about the power of accountability in achieving your goals, and although I don’t have a lot of time on my hands as it is, I felt that sharing this journey would do at least two things:
- Give a heavy dose of accountability to help keep me on track
- Perhaps help motivate others to do something similar
Tomorrow I plan to weigh and measure myself so I can share my starting point with you and gauge the development over time, but I won’t be starting the regimen until Monday.
I’m not sure how it’s going to go. I might just end up making an idiot of myself, but we’ll all probably learn something from it anyway 🙂
Let me know if you have any thoughts or suggestions.