Fat

Modern life isn't good for people. We'll, not good for me anyways. Years of complacency, overrating and booze turned me from a lean fighting machine into a blob. This walk is partly to overcome that sad circumstance as I need something to drastically change me from how I have been into a fitter and leaner me. A few months ago I was one hundred and thirty seven kilos! That's more than twenty one stones or three hundred pounds. That is just plain horrible and the strain on knees, back and metabolism is horrible too.
A couple of months of intense gym work coupled with giving up drinking has seen twenty or so kilos fall away but this isn't enough and I need to lose about another forty kilos to be a good weight again.
I guess this walk is an escape from a life that made me compromise everything for a wife and family and while I recognize that choices get made along the way they get made for reasons that are not wholly selfish.
Today I need not compromise or consider anyone but myself. I hate being fat. I want to run without risking a busted knee. No pain no gain they say. I should be doing myself a load of good somewhere.