When I was a boy (and I'll be honest here, right up in to my mid-teens) I was fat.
I wasn't pudgy, I wasn't chubby, I was fat. Unhealthy fat.
Then by my mid-teens, probably due to the growth spurt I had, I lost a lot of weight. I was tall, I was skinny, and then I started to play basketball. A lot.
By the time I left high school, I was 6ft3, 168lb with a BMI of 21.03, at the lower end of the healthy scale. And, according to tests undertaken with Strathclyde Police Force, I had 4% body fat, and needed to consume 4500 calories per day just to stay alive. To put this in perspective, a person with a normal lifestyle should consume approximately 2500 calories. So I was effectively needing to eat twice as much as a normal person to avoid dramatic weight loss, loss of energy, or serious detriment to health. At this point in my life I was playing basketball about 5 times per week for up to 6 hours per day, so it's understandable that I would need as many calories.
Then I left high school. And I stopped playing basketball. But my body still needed those calories.
My first year at university was fine, as I still played sports. I had given up basketball and switched, for a while, to American Football. When I gave that up, I kept going to the gym. But then I gave that up.
Still needed those calories. I didn't really notice what it was doing to me. I didn't notice the fact that 32 inch waist trousers that used to be really loose on me no longer fitted me. That my waist size kept increasing.
What it took was a trip to the doctors when I went to Cambridge. I was changing GP, so for the first time in years I was having a health assessment. And got the bad news. I weighed 238lb. To put that in perspective, that gave me a BMI of 29.79. If your BMI is 30 you are clinically obese. I was advised to lose weight. Sooner, rather than later. I was shocked.
So I joined the gym at Cambridge, and kept it up in Ealing, then when I returned to Paisley. I got down to 182lb, a healthy weight for a man of my age and height.
I've relapsed in recent years, mainly due to not going to the gym. On honeymoon I put on a stone due to the huge fatty portions of food that you can get in the States. There are pictures of me on honeymoon that I don't like looking at, because I can see the weight gain, and it actually disgusts me. When we came back I was 217lb, not the heaviest I've been, but not healthy either.
But since the new year I've actually been doing proper exercise again, and eating healthily. The weight is coming off. I now weigh 206lb, and dropping. I'm lifting weights, jogging, eating more vegetables, less fats, less processed foods. And I feel and look the better for it.
So what is the point of all this rambling (you see, I always have an ulterior motive)?I'm really getting in to running, and in September of this year I would like to take part in my first proper race. Providing it is happening again this year, I would like to do the
Nike Run London 10k.And since others might as well get the benefit of me running myself ragged, I will be asking people to sponsor me for charity. Now, I'm not asking you to send me money, not yet. When the time comes, I will set up a sponsorship site.
No, at the moment, I would like ideas of what to run for - what charity, cause or event should benefit? If you want to make a suggestion, please add a comment at the end of this post. At the moment, front runners from my personal interests are
Amnesty International, the
United Nations Association Trust, and
Avocats sans Frontières. But I will not reject other suggestions, and may decide to split any sponsorship across more than one cause.