Right, so I was scrolling through some stuff the other day, you know, just killing time, and bam! Up pops these pictures of Tyson Fury. Not the lean fighting machine Fury, but the other one. The one where he’d ballooned up quite a bit. Yeah, Tyson Fury fat, as blunt as that sounds.
It got me thinking, really. Not just about him, but about how easy it is for things to slide. I remember seeing him when he was on top, beat Klitschko, belts everywhere. Then, boom, next thing you know, pictures surface, and he’s huge. Proper huge. Not just a bit of timber, like full-on out of shape.
Made me look back at myself, honestly. Not that I was ever a world champ boxer, far from it. But I remember periods, you know, after maybe letting go a bit, the pounds just creep up. You don’t notice day-to-day, then one day you catch a reflection or try on some old jeans and think, “Whoa, where did that come from?”
My Own Little Battle
I tried getting a bit fitter a while back. Nothing crazy, just trying to shift a bit of weight I’d put on sitting behind a desk too much and enjoying my grub.
- Started trying to walk more. Park the car further away, take the stairs. Simple stuff.
- Cut back on the biscuits with my tea. Harder than it sounds, that one.
- Tried a bit of jogging. Lasted about two weeks, knees started complaining.
It’s tough work, shifting weight once it’s settled in. You need proper dedication. And seeing Fury, how big he got, and then thinking about the sheer effort to get back down to fighting weight… well, it puts my little struggle with the biscuit tin into perspective.
It wasn’t just the physical side for him, was it? You read about the mental health struggles he had. Depression, the lot. And often, that goes hand-in-hand with the weight gain, the lack of motivation. It’s a real fight, maybe tougher than any opponent in the ring.
So, when I see those “Tyson Fury fat” pictures now, I don’t just see a boxer who let himself go. I see that massive climb he had to make. To go from that state, mentally and physically, back to the top of heavyweight boxing? That’s bloody impressive, plain and simple. It’s a different kind of fight.
Anyway, just rambling thoughts from seeing those photos. Shows you, though. Life throws stuff at you, your body changes, your mind goes through it. Getting back up again, whatever that looks like for you, that’s the real measure. Fair play to him for doing it so publicly.
