Keeping a journal is forcing me to go out and exercise!
Our wellness guinea pigs reveal how the Mail’s health diary is changing their habits
OUR Good Health For Life series of pullouts began earlier this month with a free Wellness Journal. You can use the 28-day planner to focus on areas to change, then fill in the daily sections as you go. Here, doctors XAND and CHRIS
VAN TULLEKEN, who helped devise the journal, and Mail columnist Andrew Pierce share their own progress so far . . .
DR XAND VAN TULLEKEN
Filling out the Wellness Journal this week has really exposed my weaknesses.
After two weeks i’m doing well at getting to bed on time, and strengthwise i’m doing the set of five daily exercises i committed to (onelegged yoga poses and some old physio exercises i was given previously for my hips and bum).
My downfall is calories: too many going in and not enough going out.
On a big day i easily eat 4,000 calories. i’m fairly healthy during the day — i’m easily hitting my ten-a-day fruit and veg target — but dinner is often massive, especially if i’m out.
i really enjoy food and can spend a whole day looking forward to dinner. Since i live alone, i don’t have anyone keeping me in check in the evening. And, since i’m writing a lot at the moment, on a typical day i walk as few as 300 steps. That’s basically just trips to the loo.
i’ve been stuck in the trap of thinking that i’ll go for a walk when i have time. But unless you create time, it doesn’t happen.
Suddenly it’s 8pm, i’m hungry, it’s dark out and there is zero chance i’m going to pound the streets. i need to force the time into the planner, so yesterday i created a 30-minute slot for a walk at midday.
i covered 4,735 steps and was way more productive in the afternoon. i felt so good having done it that i had fruit for dessert, not ice cream.
Planning tomorrow’s good behaviour today makes it so much easier, and i’ve organised this week so i should be able to do 45 minutes to an hour of walking on four days. Wish me luck.
DR CHRIS VAN TULLEKEN
iT WAS going so well. Monday through Thursday last week i did ten minutes’ strength-building exercise — 20 press-ups, 20 sit-ups and 20 squats — each morning (OK, i admit it was, in fact, just five minutes, but still enough to keep me feeling good). i ate sensibly, and with my phone safely charging in the kitchen overnight, i didn’t surf the web until the small hours. i woke up each morning feeling as well rested as anyone can with a child alarm clock set for 0600 hours.
i managed a 20-minute jog and a couple of long walks. My calorie intake was down (to around 2,500 per day), step count was up (averaging 9,000 per day). My weight had also dropped, from 84.3kg down to 83.8kg — not much (just over a pound) but in the right direction.
But on Friday night i had a talk to give in Oxford to a group of academics about how the alcohol industry influences drinking guidelines. Talking in Oxford is always a sweaty experience; audiences are never afraid of making even the best speakers feel unprepared (or, frankly, dumb).
But it went OK, and, having spoken for an hour about the dangers of drinking, i was so relieved i drank a heroic quantity of red wine. i’m normally pretty good at drinking ‘mindfully’, planning my maximum intake, but i just totally forgot. Between the physical and existential hangover symptoms, the weekend since then has been more or less a write-off.
i’m heading toward a Sunday night takeaway, which i’m not going to even try to resist. But i’m trying not to get involved with the regret; Monday is a new day, i’ve laid my trainers out and packed a healthy lunch for work.