Thursday, April 28, 2011

Day 354: Off rails a bit

Well, not piss, but exercise and food has been a bit out of whack. Had a holiday in Potsville, New South Wales, over easter, so that's why I haven't been blogging.

Anyway, I have JUST OVER 1 WEEK TO GO!!!!!!! in my year off the piss.

Who would have thought it was possible. The beer guy. The "good bloke". The first to shout a round.

For 20 fucking years.

Taking a year off the piss.

Well, it's possible all right. I've got 1 week to go to prove it! I won't finish on the exercise and weight loss high I had two weeks ago. Forget 25kg, I think I'll be lucky to have 20 now (haven't been on the scales.......).

Will ramp up the exercise between now and then, to finish as best I can.

But it won't be about my weight on that date. It's about my lifestyle change. And my long term health prospects as a result.


Thursday, April 21, 2011

?????? up early again

Well, this lack of sleep is fucking me up.

I need to sleep in another bed. I'm going to for the next week I think so I can catch up.

Out of fucking control.

Sounds like a fucking freight train. I can hear her from here - in the lounge room.

Surely this has to go to a couple's compatibility.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Day ???: Insomnia

Been off the rails a bit this last week. Not so much walking. Eating more.

Woke up at 1 this morning and haven't been able to get back to sleep. I think it is stress related.

Mainly work.

Not easy to get the cash you need without a lot of bullshit, is it.

Not sleeping will fuck me up all day.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Day 340: Up .7kg

Well I guess that shows the variation you would expect. You can't really lose 2.4kg in a week.

It is quite frustrating, the process of trying to lose weight. Really you are attempting to undo the damage you've caused to your body in the past. If you go through a period doing this, trying to be really healthy, then over time it becomes a great mystery as to how the hell you allowed yourself to get, let's face it, so fat in the first place.

It is just not a sane thing for a person to allow, over time.

You wonder what was going through your head, week by week, month by month, year by year, as you allowed yourself to put that weight on - as you transformed from a 23 year old lean, fit guy into a middle aged slob, in say a relatively short period of 10 or 15 years.

Of course, it has to do with lifestyle. A routine of destructive behaviour. Regular binging and eating pub food can lead to it. But so can more subtle drinking, either under the guise of sophistication, or just a daily or weekly routine, that adds up the calories, attacks your fitness, and encourages drunk or hungover food choices that only lead to you going in the one direction.

That still doesn't explain why you let it happen. Ignorance is the usual answer. Your focus is elsewhere - perhaps on the lifestyle (mates, shiny new suit and city drinks), perhaps on other problems. But not on the scales. No charts are kept. No heads are shaken as you notice you have gone up 10kg in 12 months.

How could they, unless you were a nutjob. Nobody would sit back and watch that happen and not do anything about it.

In effect you have your head in the sand. Which is what has happened to me over much of my adult life I think.

Not that it is easy to go down if your head isn't in the sand. God knows there have been periods in which I have been trying but not progressing. But it is hard to go backwards if you are watching. You adjust your behavior enough to ensure that doesn't happen.

So where does this leave me. Frustrated I found myself in this position. That I let myself get into this position. I have some recent success it's true. But it is such a long slog, the old body reset after so much abuse really. Years, for me, as it turns out.

And the first year is almost over. 25 days left by the looks of it.

Will I make the 25kg? I thought so yesterday. Not so sure today. It's very hard keeping up a loss of over a kilo a week. I find it hard, anyway. I think if you average 1/2 a kilo over an extended period you are doing extremely well.

I'm up early again today. At about 4.30. I should trudge off around Mt Cootha again, back to where I began, almost 12 months ago. Except it is now by myself, and I'm 20kg lighter.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Day 339: 22.2kg!!!!

Well, I've either got cancer or this curry/no piss/no crap/exercise every day diet I'm on suits me.

Damn you Italian diet for fucking me up for 7 months!!!

This is a 2.4kg loss in one week?????? How is that even possible. It may be I've lost some fluid for some reason. Perhaps I'm eating less salt on the curry diet.

Either way, I'll have it. Look out 25kg!!!

Monday, April 11, 2011

Day 337: Week 48; 21.5kg loss

Well, very fucking pleased with this morning's reading.

21.5kg loss!!!!!!

And the last few days I've been feasting and only walked once.

Shows the Italian diet really really sucked. You can't exchange diet coke for olive oil and think that real food is going to save you............

Also I think the 4 Coothas I did the last week worked a treat.

How exciting. Well, still gunning for the 25kg this year. Going to try and do Cootha every single morning I can, and if I can't I want to walk in the afternoon.

And keep up the curries.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Day 333: 20kg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, 20.2 kg down this morning since I was at my fattest, about 11 months ago.

I'm pleased with that. 20kg is a big milestone. How can you not feel and look better 20kg down.

Clearly changing the diet was the right thing to do. To think that "real food" alone will make you lean is not correct, at least to western types.

You can't swap diet coke for olive oil and butter (as I did) and not expand.

It does not stop there, of course. I want to lose 25kg now for the 12 months. I still have a month to go, and so there is just time, if I do everything right.