Such aspirations I had for yesterday. The plan was to finish work at 1830 and go for a 5K tempo run as planned.
This was shelved after realising I was absolutely knackered. So much so I almost fell asleep in work. I discussed this with my lovely friend Lorna and we agreed that rest is just as important as exercise so I postponed my run until this morning.
Told the Mrs should would have the pleaseure of my company for the evening, of course she was *thrilled*. We have a nice dinner together, I went to the chippy, it was exceedingly satisfying. About an hour after tea I had perked up and didnt feel tired. Then it dawned on me.
The reason I was so tired is that I hadnt eaten enough. Yesterday was a small bowl of cereal for breakfast then a plain sandwich and carrott sticks for lunch. In itself not a wrong amount of food but far too little to cope with the training I've been doing. This was an alien concept to me.
Everytime I've tried to lose weight in the past it has always been through a combination of moderate exercise and diet change. However, the amount of exercise I am doing now should probably be described as more vigourous than moderate. As such I need to make sure I'm consuming enough calories to fuel my workouts without eating too much. There is a fine balance which I sometimes hit but it is still quite elusive.
More to write but going to split it into another post as its easier to digest that way.
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