Hey.
Welcome to my blog.
Let me set a few truths before i begin, I'm a heavily overweight male; whom is educated and yet has no job. I'm an avid World of Warcraft geek and this hasn't helped the Fatty-fatty situation.
Last week one of my best friends whom i can compare myself to has left to OZ with a wallet full of money to playing for an professional rugby side, this event in itself has sparked a series of actions where I now am ready to fix this fucking mess of a life that I'm in. On the day before his departure he was giving away some Ephedrine tablets to his fitness buddies, and he offered me one or two, i took them striaght away and i haven't felt as good as i did after taking those tablets since i last consumed magic mushrooms, allow me to explain please. This tablet woke me up no longer was i going to drive at 200MPH to a heart attack at aged 32 i was going to sort this mess out.( A side note of this guy is that we grew up together and we were the fat strong bid smart kids at school, (If that is even a sub genre of a fattie!) And as we grew up together he scored a few marks higher than me in a certain test and attained a scholarship in a private school. Despite this we kept in touch throughout the years and i watched as he consistently changed into a determined man, loosing the weight, getting a fantastic education. Theres no doubt he was the more intelligent of the two of us, even to begin with but this doesn't detract from what he's done with his life, he recently went to war for us and i was to fat to help my country, I'm also to fat to be a policemen, a Prison guard or any of the things i would relish.
I don't think I'm jealous, in fact I'm sure that I'm not, I just want the self will and determination to fix the wrongs I've done to my body and to get on with my life. All things aside this situation has to be fixed as I for one, am tired of putting up with the ugly birds, fat jokes and unemployment.
I'm not here looking for sympathy and I couldn't care less if you read or not I'm more using this as a personal diary of innermost thoughts.
I'm going to use the day of his leaving as a point in time i can refer to, too show what I've done and if i slip back into the 3-4k calorie days i can take a look here and see the effort I've already placed into this to changing myself back into a human being.
Thursday the 19th of July 2007
The renewed Vigor and effort begins on this day, no longer will i lie in bed awake because I've not left the house and all i can think about is the fact I'm 22 and I've got nothing of the things i wanted, job apartment etc, Nothing worse than thinking about that stuff and I'm using it as a Carrot to a donkey to pull me through this. Guilty is like a cold bucket of water to the face, and we all know that doesn't help to sleep.
Food habits have gone out the window, 5 a day with 1.6k calorie limit mix in a bit of exercise and lets see what I can do.
BTW I'm not going to Weigh myself during this process. I do not want the "Oh fuck I've only lost a pound this week, I'll eat a fucking pizza then!" syndrome to kick in, if I'm eating, exercising and only drinking once a fortnight I've got nothing to be guilty about, and I'll be a healthier person inside and out.