Days 66-90
Up down big small, good breakfast, bad breakfasts, swimming loads, not swimming at all. Wobble Wobble, no Wobble Wobble. Where is it all going/coming from, where is it all going to? Has Fatman Lost his way? Can you lose weight with no money? Does going to the market to buy cheap veg and then being short changed when you give someone a 20 pound note some sort of CRAZY OUT OF THIS WORLD Karma?
Ying Yang Flib Flab.
Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans, and a belly is what you get when you forget to blog, and diet.
God it's so difficult to keep on track, the actual details, swimming, eating well, easy peasy, its all those other bits, trying to find a healthy snack in a shark infested menu at the posh restaurant. Avoiding eating a pizza that someone has lovingly cooked for you when you arrive at their house. Avoiding all you can eat (Free) breakfast buffets, when your skint (I can't). Forcing yourself to drink white wine spritzers instead of devouring a lovely hand crafted pint of blacker than you heart Beer.
It reminds me of a scene in the Rock (1996)
Stanley Goodspeed: I'll do my best
John Mason: Your "best"! Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.
So the question is am I fucking the prom queen or am I doing my best?
If your not a winner (weightloss or otherwise), or have to entertain the idea of winning or losing, then you have most certainly lost.
“PMA The philosophy of having a positive mental attitude is the belief that one can increase achievement through optimistic thought processes. Having a vision of good natured change in the mind.”
I know of a friend that plans her meals two weeks in advance on an excel spread sheet - mental attitude? Is that really what it takes? Making little / no room for manoeuvre. What ever happened to the darling of last minute dot com, Spontaneity? Or variation? What happened to Mr and Miss, lets go crazy! Did they get fat and poor?
Am I a monkey for corporate spin? Am I the ultimate consumer (£+food), caught between I want and I need. Bouncing between scraping by and scraping the ice cream bowl?
Ergh, I give up.
(p.s on a slightly less self involved melodramatic note at sometime this month i was 89.5kg (= good), hang on that's still self involved, argh!)
Tuesday, 29 May 2007
Friday, 4 May 2007
Tuesday, 17 April 2007
FAT SPOT SUN SPOTS DOT TO SPOT
42-48
Another week flies by in the Weightloss for winners office, and we have not been pigging out on chocci biscuits, we have swapped beer for wine, we have steered clear of brothels, gambling dens, warewolves, mad drunks, and large cakes. However due to illness going the office, we didn't make it too the pool, instead we were snorting paracetamol, and downing glasses of orange juice.
So team sprit was low and we didn't make it to the scales in the pool, thus as we speak the team are weight-less, floating through a vortex of the unknown, until tomorrow morning, when we throw on our matching red speedos and head for the last great cornerstone of british society, the baths, where there is the holy scales.
In total, we have probably loss half a stone. which ain't bad going. Hopefully we should be about 89.5 kg, but that might be wishful thinking, considering the weekend was yet another booze fest. [maybe ya'll should cut down on the beer, E.d)
We cooked a curry picking off the caterpillars and the bits of rotting veg in the cupboards, and made a nice "healthy" coconut curry. After our tuckker one of the gang notices that the coconut milk, is 28.5 grammes of fat per 100ml the pot was 400ml so 114 grammes of fat per pot, blergh!
Another week flies by in the Weightloss for winners office, and we have not been pigging out on chocci biscuits, we have swapped beer for wine, we have steered clear of brothels, gambling dens, warewolves, mad drunks, and large cakes. However due to illness going the office, we didn't make it too the pool, instead we were snorting paracetamol, and downing glasses of orange juice.
So team sprit was low and we didn't make it to the scales in the pool, thus as we speak the team are weight-less, floating through a vortex of the unknown, until tomorrow morning, when we throw on our matching red speedos and head for the last great cornerstone of british society, the baths, where there is the holy scales.
In total, we have probably loss half a stone. which ain't bad going. Hopefully we should be about 89.5 kg, but that might be wishful thinking, considering the weekend was yet another booze fest. [maybe ya'll should cut down on the beer, E.d)
We cooked a curry picking off the caterpillars and the bits of rotting veg in the cupboards, and made a nice "healthy" coconut curry. After our tuckker one of the gang notices that the coconut milk, is 28.5 grammes of fat per 100ml the pot was 400ml so 114 grammes of fat per pot, blergh!
Tuesday, 10 April 2007
You Win Some, You Lose Some, You Give Some Away
Day 35 - 41
The Stag Weekend
We tried the local cuisine, KFC for breakfast, true Stagg doo class. I haven't had a KFC for ages, and it wasn't very satisfying, just a really fluffy sort of feeling, like they had pumped air into it, AERO style. Absolutely no healthy options there, not sure they even had any veggie options, but then what does one expect from a restaurant, which has both, 'fried' and 'chicken in it's title. I don't think fast food outlets have the same pressure on them to 'go 'el-feey' as they do in the UK. but then with a stagg sized head ache, salad would not suffice. When ever I see people eat KFC it always looks like a vultures eating their prey, I really like it for that reason, no pretense, just straight forward, mastication. salad nicoise anyone?
Went into a restaurant, and one of the party says in english and I quote,"oi, mate, have you got any real food, like a full english?", the poor waiter had no idea what he was on about, needless to say, our mate orders lamb chops and chips. I thought I would go for the healthy option, a veggie paella, but when it came it was it was swimming in oil, blergh. It was like the time I was round a friends house and his mum cooked me some burgers (mum's gone to Iceland!), and they were so full of fat that when i bit into it the shock of all this hot grease hitting my lower lip, nearly made me puke, so i through it over the next door neighbors garden and got a right telling off, naughty me.
Went to a great kebab house simply called 'Pitta' a very nice kebab house, not as greasy as a proper english kebab.
For some very strange reason it was decided that to get to the bar quicker (a few of us got off at the wrong stop) we would jog, 'soccer training' style to the bar, "one is touch the floor with your left hand, two is touch the floor with your right, three is do a header" all whilst running along. still not sure quite why, it just felt right.
Manage to avoid the general stick from the guys about being on a 'diet' whist consuming pints, there were far more interesting things happening like people getting pick pocketed by prostitutes, or people puking on the tube. fank gawd. I imagine if it was a slightly more serene holiday, my non-dieting activities would have come more under the spot light.
I had a dream of going swimming during the weekend to burn off some of the booze, I didn't manage to much swimming as the water was bloody freezing! I lasted about 2 minutes, in there.
anyway, back to normal now, fruit, 'lite' drinking, branflakes, etc etc.
my original aim for the end of week 5 (next saturday) is 89.5kg, according to my plan in my first post all those many days ago, I am not sure how likely that is, due to the stagg weekend, but will see how the excercise and (the belly) goes.
Went swimming and weighed in at 90kg on wednesday before the stagg, awesome!
Weighed myself Friday before the Stag weekend as I was about 90 - 91kg, (was using a friends scales, and they weren't very accurate they are, lean one way and your 12 stone the other way 14 stone, you get idea).
After the weekend I felt a little bloated, but I think it will be quite easy to lose the weight as it is primarily booze belly, rather than hardened fat.
The Stag Weekend
We tried the local cuisine, KFC for breakfast, true Stagg doo class. I haven't had a KFC for ages, and it wasn't very satisfying, just a really fluffy sort of feeling, like they had pumped air into it, AERO style. Absolutely no healthy options there, not sure they even had any veggie options, but then what does one expect from a restaurant, which has both, 'fried' and 'chicken in it's title. I don't think fast food outlets have the same pressure on them to 'go 'el-feey' as they do in the UK. but then with a stagg sized head ache, salad would not suffice. When ever I see people eat KFC it always looks like a vultures eating their prey, I really like it for that reason, no pretense, just straight forward, mastication. salad nicoise anyone?
Went into a restaurant, and one of the party says in english and I quote,"oi, mate, have you got any real food, like a full english?", the poor waiter had no idea what he was on about, needless to say, our mate orders lamb chops and chips. I thought I would go for the healthy option, a veggie paella, but when it came it was it was swimming in oil, blergh. It was like the time I was round a friends house and his mum cooked me some burgers (mum's gone to Iceland!), and they were so full of fat that when i bit into it the shock of all this hot grease hitting my lower lip, nearly made me puke, so i through it over the next door neighbors garden and got a right telling off, naughty me.
Went to a great kebab house simply called 'Pitta' a very nice kebab house, not as greasy as a proper english kebab.
For some very strange reason it was decided that to get to the bar quicker (a few of us got off at the wrong stop) we would jog, 'soccer training' style to the bar, "one is touch the floor with your left hand, two is touch the floor with your right, three is do a header" all whilst running along. still not sure quite why, it just felt right.
Manage to avoid the general stick from the guys about being on a 'diet' whist consuming pints, there were far more interesting things happening like people getting pick pocketed by prostitutes, or people puking on the tube. fank gawd. I imagine if it was a slightly more serene holiday, my non-dieting activities would have come more under the spot light.
I had a dream of going swimming during the weekend to burn off some of the booze, I didn't manage to much swimming as the water was bloody freezing! I lasted about 2 minutes, in there.
anyway, back to normal now, fruit, 'lite' drinking, branflakes, etc etc.
my original aim for the end of week 5 (next saturday) is 89.5kg, according to my plan in my first post all those many days ago, I am not sure how likely that is, due to the stagg weekend, but will see how the excercise and (the belly) goes.
Went swimming and weighed in at 90kg on wednesday before the stagg, awesome!
Weighed myself Friday before the Stag weekend as I was about 90 - 91kg, (was using a friends scales, and they weren't very accurate they are, lean one way and your 12 stone the other way 14 stone, you get idea).
After the weekend I felt a little bloated, but I think it will be quite easy to lose the weight as it is primarily booze belly, rather than hardened fat.
Tuesday, 3 April 2007
DAY 34 in the big blubber house
day 34
Cornflakes bananananananan and rasins for brekkie
lunch - whole meal rye bread salad + small amount of feta
dinner - pasta - yogurt (low low low fat stuff) strawberries, raspberries and tangerines.
going swimming tomorrow, well excited! I will be interested if I am still 92kg, ok, I will actually be annoyed...lets see.
Cornflakes bananananananan and rasins for brekkie
lunch - whole meal rye bread salad + small amount of feta
dinner - pasta - yogurt (low low low fat stuff) strawberries, raspberries and tangerines.
going swimming tomorrow, well excited! I will be interested if I am still 92kg, ok, I will actually be annoyed...lets see.
Monday, 2 April 2007
You don't have to say you love me.
17-33
Summer is here, the soft kiss of the sun on your face the passing of sheep shaped clouds, bergh!
Went for a 10 mile hike in the Derby dales, it was great! lovely air.
Went swimming Wed/Sat still 92kg in weight both times.
At the moment I am doing lots of exercise and eating loads of fruit. Breakfast and lunch are well easy to do, skimmed milk with fruit and bran flakes, easy! Lunch, low fat stuff and salad, easy peasy. Even making evening meals at home is easy enough, but eating out and drinking the right things are a right ass, I think I can do the healthy lunch and breakfast on a permanent basis. But dinner and booze, thats another question. Went out for dinner and it all the menu had lots of fat in it. Salad with deep fried rubbish, salmon with cheesy fried dirt, grrrr
Its going to be a lot more difficult than I had hoped, not like I thought it was going to be easy, just that I have acquired the feared 'office worker' syndrome, diet starts tomorrow/ its only one / just this once / its naughty etc etc. I guess its about will power. Its just so bloody difficult to keep on track, with people bringing you stroop waffles ( syrup biscuit type things) from the netherlands, because you liked them before the 'regime'.
Its also the main reason I post less now, because its embarrassing! ah, well thats what I wanted I suppose.
I got 'caught' eating a bread, cottage cheese and pickle sandwich, I was hungry! I had a
shed load of fruit at lunch but it just don't fill you up like a good hunk of baked dough.
Went to the lovely ALDI and bought german whole-meal rye bread which should be a nice replacement for bread.
See how I do this week. (yes I know, only losers 'do there best', winners go home and **** the prom queen)
ah well, such is life.
Summer is here, the soft kiss of the sun on your face the passing of sheep shaped clouds, bergh!
Went for a 10 mile hike in the Derby dales, it was great! lovely air.
Went swimming Wed/Sat still 92kg in weight both times.
At the moment I am doing lots of exercise and eating loads of fruit. Breakfast and lunch are well easy to do, skimmed milk with fruit and bran flakes, easy! Lunch, low fat stuff and salad, easy peasy. Even making evening meals at home is easy enough, but eating out and drinking the right things are a right ass, I think I can do the healthy lunch and breakfast on a permanent basis. But dinner and booze, thats another question. Went out for dinner and it all the menu had lots of fat in it. Salad with deep fried rubbish, salmon with cheesy fried dirt, grrrr
Its going to be a lot more difficult than I had hoped, not like I thought it was going to be easy, just that I have acquired the feared 'office worker' syndrome, diet starts tomorrow/ its only one / just this once / its naughty etc etc. I guess its about will power. Its just so bloody difficult to keep on track, with people bringing you stroop waffles ( syrup biscuit type things) from the netherlands, because you liked them before the 'regime'.
Its also the main reason I post less now, because its embarrassing! ah, well thats what I wanted I suppose.
I got 'caught' eating a bread, cottage cheese and pickle sandwich, I was hungry! I had a
shed load of fruit at lunch but it just don't fill you up like a good hunk of baked dough.
Went to the lovely ALDI and bought german whole-meal rye bread which should be a nice replacement for bread.
See how I do this week. (yes I know, only losers 'do there best', winners go home and **** the prom queen)
ah well, such is life.
Sunday, 25 March 2007
Dangers of Step Aerobics
days 11-16
Creiky, been a busy bee this week, oout and aboot. Missed swimming on wednesday and tried to go on friday when the pool is shut, doh! As a penalty, I had to do Rosemary Conley's - The Best Rosemary Conley Workout In The World ... Ever! If you ever get the chance to see it its well worth it. There is Rosemary, with her buddies all doing the exercises, there is a lady to the left who is super fit and a older lady to the right doing slightly less energetic bouncing around. The lady to the left is a 'Julia' type person from George Orwell's 1984, smiling and over energetic. Rose tries her best to smile all the way through the exercises, the smile drifts from 'cheese' to 'near grimace' and back again, made in a few takes one presumes, its impossible to smile for that long. The rest of the cast remain smiley faced throughout ( over 60 minutes of action packed smiling). It was fun to do the video, projected in my front room, so it felt a little like I was being given orders by a vertically challenged uman' bean. Rose is a kind of mumsy librarian, authoritative saying 'do the box' or 'arms over'. It got to be a little annoying as she's constantly on to the next move, and combining, swing-your-arms-right-round with step-forward and back, the speed that it all changes around makes it very difficult to catch up. after 'two large circles with your arms and step to the left twice' and your shaking hands with the pot plant on the windowsill and the pot plant is shaking hands with your cream carpet, i mean, honestly! How big do they think peoples front rooms are?
But anyway it was good fun, in a embarrassing sort of way, i never actually thought of people actually doing it in there front rooms in front of the telly after Eastenders or the pub or something.
Went a' walking in Derbyshire, did about 10 miles, lovely, lovely.
Because I didn't go swimming this week, I don't know what weight I am. The shape of my hips have changed, I can't rest my arms on the fat bits. My belly has grown a little due to having a few beers and a pizza, argh, I thought it was going to be easy. Just got soo sick of diet coke and mixer, blergh. anyway, if I am back swimming again this week, i think I can work off this weeks over indulgences.
When I was a kid we once had to do Step Aerobics at school, I don't know to this day why they were making kids do step Aerobics, anyway, me and my friend steve were getting a little bored of left up, right up, left down, right down, left up, right up, left down, right down, and decided that we could improve step aerobics by doing it quicker, and quicker, and quicker, until I miss placed my foot on the step and landed with all my weight on my little foot. I broke the bone just before the little toe, ouch. I got taken home and had to wait for my mum to take me to hospital. When we got there this horrible nurse lady gave my foot a massage in a 'does this hurt' kinda way, yes it bloody did! We get the foot x-rayed and sure enough its got a break in it. I get a plaster cast on my leg, and after about a week the cast starts to break around the heel and down the sides, so I go back in to hospital and have a new one put on, and a week later that breaks to. My Dad decided that he could improve greatly on the hospitals pitiful excuse for a cast, and fibre-glasses both legs, (fiberglass being the stuff that the bottom of boats are often made from!) I chose to decorate it in a nice sea blue and algae green, spray paint, it was a master piece. That cast never fell apart!. When we finally went back to have it removed the doctor freaked out 'I have got to get this off before my boss sees', but it wasn't him who put it on....there are somethings you will never quite understand, and that is a mystery, that will stay with me for the rest of my years.
Creiky, been a busy bee this week, oout and aboot. Missed swimming on wednesday and tried to go on friday when the pool is shut, doh! As a penalty, I had to do Rosemary Conley's - The Best Rosemary Conley Workout In The World ... Ever! If you ever get the chance to see it its well worth it. There is Rosemary, with her buddies all doing the exercises, there is a lady to the left who is super fit and a older lady to the right doing slightly less energetic bouncing around. The lady to the left is a 'Julia' type person from George Orwell's 1984, smiling and over energetic. Rose tries her best to smile all the way through the exercises, the smile drifts from 'cheese' to 'near grimace' and back again, made in a few takes one presumes, its impossible to smile for that long. The rest of the cast remain smiley faced throughout ( over 60 minutes of action packed smiling). It was fun to do the video, projected in my front room, so it felt a little like I was being given orders by a vertically challenged uman' bean. Rose is a kind of mumsy librarian, authoritative saying 'do the box' or 'arms over'. It got to be a little annoying as she's constantly on to the next move, and combining, swing-your-arms-right-round with step-forward and back, the speed that it all changes around makes it very difficult to catch up. after 'two large circles with your arms and step to the left twice' and your shaking hands with the pot plant on the windowsill and the pot plant is shaking hands with your cream carpet, i mean, honestly! How big do they think peoples front rooms are?
But anyway it was good fun, in a embarrassing sort of way, i never actually thought of people actually doing it in there front rooms in front of the telly after Eastenders or the pub or something.
Went a' walking in Derbyshire, did about 10 miles, lovely, lovely.
Because I didn't go swimming this week, I don't know what weight I am. The shape of my hips have changed, I can't rest my arms on the fat bits. My belly has grown a little due to having a few beers and a pizza, argh, I thought it was going to be easy. Just got soo sick of diet coke and mixer, blergh. anyway, if I am back swimming again this week, i think I can work off this weeks over indulgences.
When I was a kid we once had to do Step Aerobics at school, I don't know to this day why they were making kids do step Aerobics, anyway, me and my friend steve were getting a little bored of left up, right up, left down, right down, left up, right up, left down, right down, and decided that we could improve step aerobics by doing it quicker, and quicker, and quicker, until I miss placed my foot on the step and landed with all my weight on my little foot. I broke the bone just before the little toe, ouch. I got taken home and had to wait for my mum to take me to hospital. When we got there this horrible nurse lady gave my foot a massage in a 'does this hurt' kinda way, yes it bloody did! We get the foot x-rayed and sure enough its got a break in it. I get a plaster cast on my leg, and after about a week the cast starts to break around the heel and down the sides, so I go back in to hospital and have a new one put on, and a week later that breaks to. My Dad decided that he could improve greatly on the hospitals pitiful excuse for a cast, and fibre-glasses both legs, (fiberglass being the stuff that the bottom of boats are often made from!) I chose to decorate it in a nice sea blue and algae green, spray paint, it was a master piece. That cast never fell apart!. When we finally went back to have it removed the doctor freaked out 'I have got to get this off before my boss sees', but it wasn't him who put it on....there are somethings you will never quite understand, and that is a mystery, that will stay with me for the rest of my years.
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