I’m 58 and in my forties I took up running as I was getting heavier than I wanted to be. I knew no different - if you want to lose weight you have to exercise, right? (that’s what I thought then)
What a waste of time - i now resent the hours and hours I spent on country roads pounding away, which I could have spent with my family. And of course the inevitability of weight gain followed after a small initial loss. And then injuries, and over time interest waned and eventually I gave up.
Two years ago I got to my heaviest (229), and felt I really needed to do something about it, so I entered a 10k with a view to training for it - which would help me lose weight, right? It was not a pleasant experience, knees and hips hurt, and I knew I didn’t look elegant. But I did the 10k - and hated it. It was a painful, hard experience. I had to stop and walk several times but eventually crossed the finish line in 1 hour, 14 and a half minutes. Did I lose weight? No.
In March last year I discovered Keto. I’m now 181 - the lightest I’ve been since my 20s. And on Friday I entered another 10k, just to put the last one behind me. I didn’t train for this one at all, yet I did it in an hour - 14 minutes faster than before. And I didn’t need to stop and walk at any point, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, chatting to a couple of ladies who were going the same pace as me all the way round.
The moral of the story is don’t run to lose weight, lose weight to run.
58 here too, and former runner - though that was quite a few years (and a lot of built-up insulin resistance) ago. I miss those days of being able to eat “anything” and stay the same weight, but that ship has long sailed. Here’s to changing for the better!