16 from 24: Week One

Yes, I know, EVERYONE does this. But bear with me, ok?

My 24th birthday is 16 weeks away, and that was the age I thought I would have my whole life figured out. Job, house, car, the works. Body somehow fell into that, and a recent doctors appointment reminded me of one major thing:

Holy Jesus I am out of shape.

A desk-based Masters degree course, no time to exercise, and a diet typical of all Irish people – carb heavy, and making up for the potatoes we missed out on during the Famine – left me stress eating to the max, sitting on my butt all day, and gaining almost a stone in six months. Ouch. It had to leave.

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