Where I was, where I am.

I recently tracked down my PB for 10k. Well not just the 10k but probably my best race performance ever.
The race was the Great East Run 10k at Bungay in 2010. I ran 47.30. What I remember specifically is that during this race, I was holding back. Waiting to attack in the last kilometre. But I was undone by a massive hill around a blind corner. I wasn't expecting it and my fuel tanks were blown.
Since then, I joined Ipswich Jaffa running club, took up cycling too, changed jobs 3 times and set up my catering business.... oh and gained 20lb!
In other words, life took over. I don't like it.
Last night I stepped on the scales and out of curiosity, I checked my visceral fat and all the other bollocks which the scales tell you. I even checked what my BMI is with one of those charts online (yes I know BMI is massively flawed, but as a reference marker it suits purpose )
The results, unsurprisingly, we're not good. I need to do something about this. I want to be fast I want to be fit. I need to lose my boobies. I don't wanna be one of those fat dads. I'm better than this.

So I got up this morning and ran. It hurt a lot. But I need to stick with it and stop eating badly. I'm not very good at practicing what I preach. But I know what I should be doing. I need to work on will power as much as I need to get fit etc. My battle is truly 80% mental.