It’s been one week since my last training session and I feel like I’ve broken a sacred covenant. It started on Monday when i skipped because of deadline – which I could forgive because it comes with the territory. Then Wednesday rolled around…

March 14, besides for being well-known as Valentine’s Day for Men, is the birthdays of a close friend of mine (also my kid’s godfather), his son and my wife’s nephew. This was not my excuse, though. My excuse is that in rushing to get an earlier train to make the earlier training session which would get me to the parties on time, I got stuck in a lift. No, the fire department wasn’t called to get me out; I was just stuck between floors for 5 minutes. I missed 2 trains because of this and then skipped training.

And this is the problem of adopting a “healthy” lifestyle. Besides for the expense of special foods and cooking methods, training equipment (running shoes, yoga mats,whatever…), gym/club membership fees, keeping fit costs you time.

There are ways to work around it like getting up at 5am to put in a few kays before work, or maybe do a late gym session, but in the end something is gonna suffer. Be it your sleep cycle or a birthday or a deadline, your training is inevitably gonna go toe-to-toe with your life.

Now if you’re in great shape already and just doing maintenance on your chiseled abs, you can afford to miss a workout here or there and not sweat it. But if you’re carrying a small person around your waist and you’re trying to lose about 15kg for a staff challenge, one slip can put you back weeks.

And to top it all, you then become neurotic about your weight and training, doing intricate calculations involving kJ burning and the oil content of the curry dinner or the impact of one Castle Lite on your eating plan. And you’re doing this at a party where you’re supposed to be having fun and celebrating a life-long friend’s 30th birthday. Or you starve yourself because the conference you’re on doesn’t cater to your wheat-free preferences and have half-cooked oats for lunch, hiding in the kitchen.

Then, when you do eventually find the time to sneak it a quick run, you end up trying to chastise your body and start too fast which makes you miss your goal and feel like an even bigger failure.

Now how is this living? To be honest, I was a lot happier before because my time was my own. Now I have to sacrifice a 2 hours of time with my daughter on a weekend for my runs and almost not see her during the week because of training.

As you can notice, the recurring theme in my blogs is how difficult and big the commitment to fitness is. And how it consumes your whole life, especially so if you’re trying to lose weight or when you’re just getting started.

So if you’re starting out, make sure you’re really depressed with the way you are. If you’re still a happy, slightly podgy guy, this might leave you even worse off. Or maybe only start your mission if you’re single, married without kids, married with kids and working from home… Whatever allows you to spend majority of your time in your happy place.

I’m not gonna lie, dropping a pants size is an amazing feeling and exercise gets all those endorphins going and you’ll feel great doing it, but the sacrifices you have to make are enormous. Choose wisely.

I’m off to pay my penitence trainers and then see if I can negotiate a bachelor party without ruining my eating plan.