The end of week 5 of the One Fat Irish Dad experiment is almost here. I say experiment but really it’s a project with three main goals. The first two are fairly straightforward: to improve my mental and physical well-being. My second weigh-in since I started all of this is tomorrow. Regardless of the outcome, I generally feel a lot better physically. I’m not feeling as sluggish as I used to when walking to do the school run. Therefore I’m not going to panic is the weight loss isn’t as rapid as wished for.
Mentally, things are improving. There are a few mitigating factors where this is concerned. I know deep down that I won’t truly be back to a happier state of mind until I return to the workplace. Primarily that’s due to the financial benefits of working again. Falling from €40k a year to surviving on illness benefit of €260 a week is still taking its toll. It makes my job as a loving, caring Dad a lot more difficult than I would like it to be. Therefore, it’s imperative that I find work quickly, especially now that my motivation levels are high at the moment.
In the meantime, after completing my daily routine of trawling job sites, I’m trying to increase awareness of my Facebook pages. This is the third of the three goals as mentioned above. One Fat Irish Dad is doing well, gaining more and more followers each week. What’s even better is that people are interacting more with the page via shares and comments. Same on Instagram. There are obvious positive, mental side effects to this. It’s a good feeling to think you’re sharing something worthwhile with friends and strangers. I’d like to think that they look forward to my posts and updates every day as much as I enjoy creating them.
I’ve mentioned before in the past that this social media malarkey has quite a steep learning curve. Whether it be enhancing videos or the art of hash-tagging, each new post presents its own unique challenges. Determining what works and what doesn’t for One Fat Irish Dad is enough to make me want to tear my hair out sometimes. Oh the struggle!! Except that it’s a good predicament to be in. Anything through which I learn new skills cannot be a bad thing.
As you can see from my regular Facebook updates, I’ve started running a lot more recently. Well I say running, more like wobbling forwards at speed. I used to panic in the past thinking that, if I ran anywhere, I would collapse in cardiac arrest. That was the major fear-factor I needed to overcome. Weirdly enough, it’s now the part of my daily exercising routine that I look forward to most. That’s partly down to being able to listen to my own loud tunes whilst in motion. Generic modern-day pop music can be off-putting even at the best of times. However, running whilst holding onto my phone using standard earphones is proving quite a challenge. Thankfully someone recommended checking out the Chinese based sites like Wish or Joom to acquire some cheap headphones so that’s next on my agenda.
Today I managed to run 3km in 25 minutes. It was in 2 separate stints but I can see the promised land of being able to complete a 5km run sooner rather than later. Later this week, I’m going to attempt a 3km run in one go. That will give me an indication of where I’m at. I’m not naive enough to think I’ll be running marathons by the end of the year but each week brings new hope. Impossible is gradually becoming possible.
What I am struggling with most at the moment, from an exercise viewpoint, is the weights/resistance training. I feel like I’ve plateaued a little on what I’m capable of lifting. It’s no necessarily the weights themselves, rather me needing to find a balance between the resistance training and the running/cardio. I waiver constantly between doing routines which will help me lose weight quicker and wanting to feel stronger. Honestly, it’s character flaw of mine which I need to correct. Too much prevaricating and dithering sometimes can lead to not achieving the desired results. Mind you, if I focus hard enough on the stairlift, I should be able to bound up the steps at Sintra Palace one day. If you’ve never been there, I would highly recommend it. An astoundingly beautiful town in Portugal, just north of Lisbon. Just double-check with your doctor before you go hehehe.
That’s about all for now. I’ve a few things to talk about over the coming weeks but I’m saving those for future posts. I realise that I need to get back writing more of these longer pieces for the website/blog. Getting back to writing regularly was what kick-started virtually all of this so it would be a shame to let that slide. The holidays are approaching so I think it would be wise if I prepared a list of everything I need to write about. There is quite a bit happening over the coming 2 months so focus is paramount.
Again I’d like to thank everyone who has decided to follow me on my One Fat Irish Dad journey. You folks are keeping me motivated each and every day and I love reading your comments on Facebook and Instagram. I’m always open to suggestions about what you’d like to see more of, as well as feedback on the videos etc. Is the audio clear enough etc etc? So for now, I’ll sign off and go get the wee lad home from school. Which reminds me, only 3 weeks to go until Sports Day. I wonder if there is a race for the Dads?