after tearing the ligament off the bone on my my right hand a couple of years ago and spending the best part of a year in a series of casts and post surgery splints (i still have a screw in my hand) i got a little gun-shy when it came to training.
prior to wrecking my hand i was a conscientious trainer, spending the best part of my adult life either training or competing in various combat sports.
i had an average kind of career as a fighter, some spectacular wins, including a welterweight golden gloves title.
and some spectacular losses, including being knocked out in 20 seconds by a giant novice in his first fight.
the main thing for me was that i loved the intensity of the training.
and being fight fit, competing, and surfing regularly for recreation, meant that i kept in pretty good shape as a by-product.
i've also been a very keen experimenter of various dietary fads.
10 years a vegetarian, one year a raw food vegan, amongst other regular fasting and cleansing regimes...
in october 2011 i saw a bunch of pics of myself looking a little on the chubby side. and, although somewhat in a state of denial, i noticed my clothing choices reducing to the fewer and fewer roomier items in my wardrobe...
something snapped. i guess it was the fact that my size 34" pants were becoming too snug to be comfortable, my belt was cutting into my belly when i sat, it was getting uncomfortable to tie my laces and even my large size shirts were becoming a little on the snug side.
i couldn't hide it any more. i'd become a fatty boomsticks. i wasnt proud when i looked in the mirror. in fact, i didn;t want to look in the mirror...
there were more and more 'bits' i was repulsed by on my body.
and i jiggled like mad when i ran..
three weeks before christmas, with the gentle nudging of my wife, i started on a detox called
the clean program by a new york doctor called allejandro junger.
it's basically a nutritionally dense, low irritant, largely alkaline diet supported with extra fibre, minerals and probiotics.
it's now march and i'm still largely following a clean diet.
it's just so good. i find myself craving a salad with rice and salmon (i was never a salad fan even as a raw foodist) or a smoothie rather than bacon and eggs.
i still love coffee. and sometimes i eat steak pie and lamingtons.
but mostly i eat what's in the pictures here...
best of all, i'm now comfortably back into my 30" waist pants (yay, i'll be able to wear my hussein chalayan pants again!)
and my medium sized shirts are roomy and comfy again.
oh, i also don't jiggle nearly as much.
and i love myself sick when i look in the mirror (ssshhh don't tell anyone ;-))
thanks honey for making me do it...
x
