I like food.

Not necessarily crap food all the time, but lots of good food. I like taste, and where there is a nice cheese or sumptuous cake or a well-crafted beer present, I’ll consume it without thought to caloric implications or thoughts of moderation.

Herein lies the problem.

At about 100kg, I’m a large unit. It looks okay spread over a 193cm frame, but it is still alot of flesh to move when placed in a running and racing context. I have scales and bodyfat measurers and these all tell me what I know - I’d be quicker if I lost 6-8 kg.

But food is good. I’m not one of these, ‘food for fuel’ types. I won’t down pounds of tuna to build protein, or raw fruit and vegetables like I know I should. I’ll eat what tastes good with a mind to it not being too bad. I’ll eat takey away noodles over greasy fish n’ chips, but still they aren’t that good in that sauce. I’ll have nuts to snack on instead of a tube of pringles, but I’ll have have a bag of them. You see the pattern here? I’m not doing the stupid thing but not the good thing either.

One might call this moderation. One might also call that one a blithering idiot.

I like to think that I exercise to keep my weight under control. It is a shit premise, but it works. But if I need to lose weight I need to modify this situation. I actually have to change my eating. This aspect has hovered over me for a long time and my prosciutto receptors do not like this.

So where does this leave me? In some guilty pergatory that is populated by low fat ice cream and light cheese. It is a place where I will never really progress to dietary heaven of some ideallyic dietary pyramid, but know better than to drop to the KFC tower burger-upsized hell that lurks beneath.

Bugger it. I’ll just run some more and see what happens.