I couldn’t tell you the last time I stepped on a scale and saw it read 85.0kg.
Maybe college time? Or Maybe circa-2008 playing a heroin addict in a stage adaptation of Trainspotting, and even then, 85kg would have been fairly healthy looking in comparison to the rest of the cast. But even at that, I couldn’t tell you the specifics. I do know it’s at least 5kg lighter than the wedding day, maybe even 7kg. Either way, 85kg has been a goal for a long, long time.
Or more to the point, had been a goal.
When I set out to start making changes around my health, weight, fitness, food, the whole lot, 85kg seemed miles away. Would I be happy, or happier, at 85kg? Sure. But could I go to 80kg and likely reap some additional benefits? Absolutely. Would it be more of a challenge? 100%. Am I happy to down tools now that I’ve reached a level that I thought was unattainable in recent years? Hell no.
Will that number jump tomorrow morning? Very possible. Last night’s session quickly turned from “I’ll do something handy just to start the week” to hitting the Power to the Tower route on Zwift, part five of the Route Chaser: The Grade mini-challenge, which sees you spin 44.7km but with an elevation of 1497m, that’s about 10x my average ride elevation in the last few months. I had completed the first route, Mayan 8 the week the mini-challenge launched, but figured skipping straight to the end when I found I had an extra hour on my hands last night would be a good idea. Cut to almost 2.5 hours of sweating chunks, and here I am. 86kg one day, 85kg the next. More on that here.
But it still feels good to touch 85kg. Next, is to stick around that number, then get under that number, and plough on.
