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Beware fitness instructors with challenges

Down the gym this evening, one of the fitness instructors comes over while I’m on the rower. “Hey mate, do you fancy a challenge?” he asks. “A few of us are seeing who can do 500 metres on the rower the quickest. The best so far is 1 minute 28.”

Well it’s obvious that [...]

Why must people test me?!

In common with (I expect) many workplaces, it is traditional here to bring in cakes and other nice stuff when it’s your birthday. Unfortunately there seem to be a lot of birthdays happening at the moment, and everyone is buying delicious sweet jam doughnuts (that’s “jelly doughnuts” for my American friends). I love jam [...]

46″ baby!

I thought perhaps time for an update on the weight-loss quest. Currently I’m hovering around the 157kg mark, I did get down to 156.1kg last Friday but that was directly after a gym visit so it was likely more to do with fluid loss than weight loss, and I’ve had a few naughty days [...]

Liking the morning gym

Nothing to report this week on the weight-loss front, it’s been pretty static. I dunno maybe I need to eat better or something, or maybe it’s just a bit of muscle going back on now that I’m back at the gym. Either way, onwards I go.

I’m really liking going to the gym in [...]

Back on the wagon

In case you don’t know me, I am a fat baaaaaastard. No really, I’m twice what the “ideal” weight would be for someone of my height, and on the BMI scale I’m beyond morbidly obese, which I suppose makes me dead.

I’ve always been on the large side, but it really got out of hand while at Uni. I was living on a diet of junk food – pizza every other day, McDonalds, kebabs and other generally bad food at other times, all washed down with about 2 litres of coca-cola every day. Couple that with hardly ever leaving my room except to waddle down to lectures, and you have a recipe for waistline expansion.

I think things actually got worse when I finished uni and started working. Now I had a car to get around in – no more walking for me! I’d drive from the front door of my house to the car park of the office, once there I’d sit at my desk and do computery things. At lunchtime I’d get a drive through, and go sit in the car somewhere to eat it, or maybe take a short walk (at waddling speed) to get something high in fat or sugar (or both).

Finally around the middle of last year I decided that I had to do something. Continue reading Back on the wagon