Thor's Guns: A tale of one man's journey from fat to fit

#2 So here is a strange one. Last week I thought I’d do a workout with my kettlebell. I’ve got a good DVD that I’ve used in the past, and it has a good twenty minute routine on it. I pick up my 12kg kettlebell and off I go. As the twenty minutes, passed I was finding the exercises harder and harder to do. The 12kg seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. My brain was telling me that I had managed heavier weights than this without quite as much effort, but another part of the brain wouldn’t quit about how heavy it seemed. In the end the negative thoughts dominated. I finished the workout and felt frustrated that it had been a much harder effort than on previous times. I decided to put a post on Instagram telling my experience, but when I took a picture of my kettlebell I got a real surprise. As I focused on the weight to take a picture I saw that it was not my 12kg kettlebell, but was in fact my 9kg one. Throughout the workout I had been thinking what a struggle this 12kg weight wa

The Story so far… So, here I am writing a blog, and telling my story. I’ve pondered on writing one for some time, but it was the request of my trainers, Andy and Rosie, that I should write one and share it on their website that has made it finally happen. On the one hand, they know I don’t need much excuse to talk, and on the other, what an excellent way to keep me going and motivated. So, here I am. I’m not entirely sure how this blog will take shape, but it will be definitely more than what my meals were (although, I’m sure I will at some point. And pictures! Everyone loves to see a picture of someone else’s dinner, right?) I’m not going to bore you with my whole life story, but I have had food issues of one kind or another for most of my life. Here are some bullet points. I am forty four years old. Married for eleven years. Have a daughter who is seven years old. When I was a small child I was a fussy eater (like many) and I was also incredibly slow to eat meals. My mother