Not something I’ve been talking about particularly but the doctor told me to lose weight. So, I did. At a guess, around three stone. Certainly, it’s three inches off the belt. Moobs gone.
The method? Less food, more exercise, fairly standard. We all know the calories in, calories out thing.
But, it’s also true, I’m in my 50s. Perfectly happy with the idea of cycling 20 km as a leg stretcher. 50 km as the occasional (and 35 to 40 km is much happier) extended run. Similarly, 1 km as a swim as a dodge out of the office in the afternoon, 1 m or 2 km is a serious effort that leaves me staring at the walls for a couple of hours.
Meh, as I say, in my 50s.
The figure (and I’ve never been muscular, not me at all) however still has that little pot, that middle aged pot belly. And there’s a thought that perhaps that should go too. More general exercise ain’t gonna do it. So, what should I be doing?
Sit ups? Well, yes, but that’s boring and also, maybe, not good for the back (did I mention I’m in my 50s?). I’m sorta thinking about a rowing machine. Running is out (knees are shot).
Anyone have any advice? Other than Peter Risdon’s, well, you should have been playing in the second row for the past 30 years?