Week 2: Birthday blues and bruises

Weight: 100.9kg 
Bicep Size: 36cm

Another week of trading blows with my fitness journey, and let me tell you, it's been intense. I don't know how Mike Tyson at 57 years old is gearing up to step back in the ring... but l am struggling with this fitness regime.

This week consisted of finally getting the gloves on and learning how to punch - which after last week's fiasco, and that disastrous left cross, was much needed. We spent the week learning the proper technique on jabs, crosses, hooks, uppercuts, and body shots, and let me tell you, I starting to think my little email hands aren't quite up for this.

On top of all of this, my calves are practically squealing like a stuck pig from all the skipping and sprinting. And despite sweating out enough liquid to bathe a small elephant, my weight remains as stubborn as ever - in the triple digits! All while my biceps have missed the memo on growth, and are exactly the same size as when I started. At this rate, I might actually consider those bicep implants – they'll me look meaner, right?

Now, onto the main event: the battle of sticking to the diet while celebrating my birthday. Between obligatory family feasts and office celebrations (read: cake deliveries), my diet took more hits than a punching bag in a Rocky movie.

I've tried to maintain some semblance of discipline, sticking to my morning sludge (aka overnight oats), lunchtime cat food (tuna salad), and chicken wraps drier than the sahara desert, but let's just say my enthusiasm for fried rice has taken a hit. Seriously, if anyone even whispers "fried rice" after this program, they might just catch these hands.

I hope you enjoyed this week's update. Stay tuned for next week's battle of more footwork and head movements coming my way.