Big #10 - New year, new goals

OK, same goals, just different ... sort of.

Today will be the 427th attempt I make at losing weight (approximately, give or take a few hundred)  ... with the December holidays and my buddy Matt's famous yearly birthday bash and my works annual Sales Summit (where we get fired up to sell, sell, sell only to break every few hours to go eat, eat, eat) all done and dusted it really is time for me to get the ball rolling again. With NOTHING in the foreseeable future to interfere with my plans I have decided to give this thing another go (yet again).

Last year I totally tried to bullshit myself with all sorts of fancy schemes but it's quite clear that the only thing that worked for me was the Sure Slim diet so that is what I plan to do for the next couple of months. Until July  that is when it's my other buddy Richard's famous birthday weekend. (Which incidentally was the weekend I completely lost the plot last year - ai-jai-jai!)

Anyway, let me try to get my arse in gear and try to salvage something from the remaining summer months while there is still time to do something. 

Will update this blog within the next month or three ... wish me luck!

Ciao

Update #9 - Hectic Weekends!

OK, OK I've succumbed to group pressure and here's the update everybody's been waiting for! 

Not long after my previous update where I went semi off reservation I decided to give the myfitnesspal thing a go where you basically track what you eat everyday. You give them a starting weight, your goal weight and few other vital stats and from that they calculate your daily calorie goal that (if you stick to it) eventually should lead to your ideal weight. 

Now I've been following this for about 3 weeks and I found it pretty useful (yes some days I go completely overboard but on most occasions I'm sticking pretty close to my daily goals) Using the simple idea that a calorie is a calorie makes dieting so much less "regimental" meaning that if you want to eat your daily allowance of calories in twinkies or cheese burgers or celery sticks it's basically all the same thing (in reality it's not really the same ... 10 twinkies vs 10kg celery isn't the same no matter who tells you what!)

Anyway, to make a long boring story short I've lost another 2kg over the 3 weeks ... unfortunately I've gained about 1kg in the week or two I went bonkers but in total I'm down to 167.5kg (meaning I'm slowly but surely creeping towards 20 kilos lost overall ... still a long, long way short of my goals for the year but fuckit, so be it! ... Rome wasn't built in a day either) 

The past few days was a bit hectic with a work function at Crawdaddy's on Friday, a close friends bachelors party on Saturday, my dad's birthday yesterday and another friend's birthday today! (and you were wondering why the title of the post is Hectic Weekends?) All of the above conspired to make a huge assault on my dieting efforts but I'll rectify things during the week (hopefully the damage wasn't too much) ... the wedding itself is this coming Friday but since I'm also the token paparazzi for the occasion I probably won't drink anything alcoholic and any forbidden foods consumed will be nullified by frantic photo shooting (p.s wish me luck!)

So ja, there you go, a short and sweet update to what I've been up to the past few weeks. Luckily all weddings and birthdays and sporting events and whathaveyou's are slowly coming to an end for this year (except for the wedding, a year end function at work and christmas itself) so I basically have 3-4 months in which I can try to kick-start this whole process again! Super Rugby only kicks off towards the end of Feb and the my first real important for the coming year is in April, which means until then I don't have any real excuses to hide behind and it's probably high time for me to pull finger and get my ass in gear. 

Update #10 to follow sometime towards the end of the month! 

Update #8 - Desperate measures!

Hmmm, so someone is looking for an update ... 

Let me start off with saying dieting sucks and even if I promised myself (plus world and dog) that I'm on the right track twice now over the past 2 months I've been doing diddly squat about the eating thing. 

Personally I think I'm the world's foremost expert on dieting and living healthy after reading approximately 1 brazillion books and websites on the subject but do you guys think I do anything about it? Nope, nada, fuckall, zilch! 

At least I'm trying during the week but there will always be at least 2 days in the week that I totally fuck-up everything and eat like a demon. Things are now so bad that I'm actually considering the following options ... 

1. Follow a low-fat, vegan like plant based diet ... maybe something like the Engine 2 diet but in all honesty I'm not ready to give up cheese, youghurt or the odd chicken breast! 
2. Join a monastery in India, commit a white-collar crime and get locked up in a low-security prison or join a wood-cutting crew and live in the woods in some far-off wilderness 
3. Wait for the freaking aliens to finally arrive and hope they have some sort of fat-zapping device! 

Basically what I'm trying to say is that I'm gatvol of trying to live my life according to what "the norm" is supposed  to be ... I do realise that I'm a big ugly fat fuck and I do know I'll probably die of a heart-attack earlier than my super fit friends but I'll get over this shitty fat 30-year phase of my life doing it my way. 

Before I totally go off at a tangent and sound like a bitter old fatty who missed his evening cookie I honestly hope I achieve this goal before I actually die of a heart-attack and I do hope my friends (and anonymous web followers) keep on supporting me and kick me in the arse every now and then ... just don't expect miracles overnight and just accept the fact that no matter how I look I'm actually quite happy with myself (even if some of my previous posts might indicate otherwise) so fuckit, just let me be!!! I'll get there eventually! 

Having spend a significant portion of my day yesterday walking around Nasrec at JIMS listening to 2 close ( and much, much slimmer and trimmer) friends moan and bitch almost the whole fucking day about being tired of walking and standing around and other warra-warra shit, this whole "What-the-Fuck ???" attitude slowly dawned on me and made me realise I'm actually in a happy place at this moment in my life so fuck the rest (plus world and dog) 

Will update this blog one day when I feel like it ... I'm now going to lie on the couch and eat a fucking cookie!