Backlash

I title it so, because I think it's my body getting back at me. I'm a little ashamed to say I haven't been particularly healthy lately. Because of work being massively busy, and me having to be on-site all the time, it's hard to have a packed lunch or to even think about what I'm going to have because I never know where I'm going to be. Convenience food, therefore (obviously) is the way forward. That doesn't excuse what shit I've been eating at night, but then again I get home late and can't be bothered cooking and it's all such a trial and bah, I doesn't feel good.

For the longest time, I've not been on a diet as such, or specifically trying to lose weight, but I build up a mental picture of my diet in my mind and try and stay on the right side of healthy. It was easy, years in fact, not to eat crap. I didn't become super skinny but I stayed at my weight for ages. These last few months have changed all that. I've been eating crap. And my climbing, and willingness to climb, has actually suffered for it too.

It's a backlash, because after being lazy and not climbing for two weeks (terrible, I know), I went to MY wall with my cousin last weekend. I was tired, not quite with it, but I went to that wall with her specifically because I knew it, and I sort of wanted to try and surprise her with how my abilities have improved. Fail.
I was doing a climb which hung backwards. An overhang type thing. Anyway, I was trying to reach a hold I needed momentum for, twisted myself to it while quite tense, and put my back out. Fucking bollocks.

I laid down on the mat for about 10 minutes doing what I thought was helping my back out - You know the type of stretches you do when you don't actually know what you're doing. I think it was just muscle, because I did eventually get up and climb a bit more even though it was hurting. Not much, though, and I left feeling a bit beaten, tired, and upset with my performance as a whole. The next day was worse, though, as I struggled to get out of bed. Getting up off a chair from the bus, it took me 6/7 strides before I started walking normally. I had to get the strongest painkillers I could find and battle through 2 days of pain before it started to ease off. All this because I'm eating shit and didn't climb for two weeks.

Basically, on the run up to Christmas, I've become festively plump. It's happened, I'm willing to admit it. And, even now I'm still feeling bad, I'm not going to stop. I've signed up for a triathlon, and by July next year I'm going to be the fittest I've ever been, ripped like a whores dress and strong enough to move the world. All this will improve my climbing by about 300% I should imagine, at it's worst. So, basically, until Christmas is over and I start to actually do some exercise, I think climbing is off the agenda.

Feels bad yo.