Monthly Archives: August 2016

Honesty is the best policy!?! 

Two weeks holiday, too much food, not enough training! That sentence sums up my past few weeks and explains why the clothes are a little tighter and the training tougher, and forms the catalyst for this blog. 

The holiday coincided with a period of self consciousness about body size/shape. Being 4’11” (and a half on a good day) I’ve grown up with plenty of comments about my height and largely shrugged them off. Weight has never really concerned me, but noticing the weight creeping up has recently smacked me in the face. It’s not helped by the fact I have a large uterine fibroid which gives a pregnant lady look to my abdominal region even without excess weight. For some reason my mentality has been one of excuses (as the last sentence shows) and comfort eating, a U-turn from my usual fighting attitude. The more the scales went up so too did my excuses. This has to stop and responsibility must begin with me.

Will my diet become completely clean?  No, I honestly don’t think that would work for me. It’s getting cleaner and I’m learning to resist temptations a little more often. There are still times I get annoyed by a drop in self control or lack of planning resulting in poor food choices but again I need to learn these are lessons to learn and not road blocks. Now normally I’m a geek for numbers, but the problem with this is that KCals and Kgs can become addictive, for that reason these will not be my focus; it’s time to focus on look and feel. It’s time to being more positive about the journey I’m on, not the journey someone else has chosen.

I’ve not really written about body shape/size in this blog and I’ve put a lot of thought into whether these thoughts are what I want to share. Ultimately though I want this blog to be honest, both for anyone that reads it and for me to look back on. I’m sure there are others out there in the same boat as me, thinking and feeling the same. I’m not interested in miracle powders and pills, my journey will be of real food, real effort and probable real tantrums too. 

Olympic Dreams

This week came the long awaited announcement that karate had been accepted as an Olympic sport, a sport that will be showcased on the highest stage. Fantastic news, ultimately hand to hand (and foot) combat is the original definition of sport. Karate offers so much to its spectators in the precise and controlled execution of techniques in the unpredictable kumite  arena and the grace, power and poise of Kata (my personal favourite).

Why do I care? This announcement brings together my two childhood passions. The olympics, the ultimate proving ground for any athlete, the history and the psychology surpass that of regular competitions. For me nothing beats the Olympics the ability to plan training and competitions to not only gain selection but peak performance for those few days. It’s a feat of genius from the coaches but also unbelievable resilience, strength, ability and work ethic from the competitor. As a teenager I earned my black belt a week before my GCSEs but limited competitive opportunities affected my motivation. After finishing my rugby career I returned to the art I loved (Shotokan Karate) reigniting my passion after 10 years break. I was training at Leeds Karate Academy’s Hombu dojo in Farsley. The club boasts an impressive honour role of international athletes with the uncanny ability to share knowledge and experience as effective Sensei. Lining up at this club and you are often rubbing shoulders with high level international karateka yet the friendly, welcoming nature of the club provides a safe and unassuming backdrop for those new to the art.

Life, injuries and work have restricted my training to independent practice away from the dojo, but I still watch out for LKA results at major competitions. My competitive involvement was heavily restricted by circumstances but for youngsters around the country just getting involved in karate it is exciting times. Oh how I would love to have those competitive opportunities again, to see how far I could push. Those dreams may not be a reality for me, but having seen, taught and applauded some fantastic young karateka who now have the opportunity to follow the path marked “Olympic Dream” it’s an exciting time for all involved in the sport/art that offers so much to the social, physical and psychological development of its participants.