Getting Ginyu – Killing Fat Softly (Again)

So the time has come again for me to start dieting – or, more precisely, sticking to the half-hearted, part time diet I’ve been ‘on’ for the last six months. New year’s is a good enough time to start, although I expect the gym’ll be packed. However I need to start now, and start hard, because in May my brother’s and I are going to Comicon as the Ginyu Force from Dragon Ball Z.

Working Out Your Diet on Someone’s Big Day

My cousin got married very recently, and of course I went to the wedding. First and foremost, congratulations to you and Tom, Hannah, and I hope you enjoy your honeymoon! I know you read my blog (thanks!) so I thought I’d add an extra set of well wishes here for you both! Apart from my [AFOREMENTIONED ISSUES WITH SUITS] the wedding did present me with one other spike of personal trauma, albeit not on the scale of what the bride and groom felt – weddings involve feasts, and feasts involve kissing your diet goodbye!

Suit Yourself, You Tosser

Shopping for suits isn’t easy, and can be pretty stressful. But the people selling suits shouldn’t make it harder – that’s just counter productive! And really, really stressful.

Collecting The Wrong Kind of Pounds.

I think I’m eating too much. This may seem an obvious conclusion, but the important implication here is that I also think it might be due to another factor. Admittedly it’s not that much of a complicated conclusion; I’m not getting enough exercise. But surely they are one and the same? Isn’t that what I’ve been talking about for so long on this somewhat-frequented blog?

How’d Those Resolutions Hold Out?

So I’m now 15 stone. That’s 210lbs. And it ain’t pure muscle, or even a desirable percentage muscle. I’ve been keeping pretty well to the diet, and the switch up for breakfasts has really made me feel more awake in the mornings. So where’s my failing?

Since my last post, I’ve done three runs. That’s in about three weeks I think. I need more exercise in my life if I’m realistically going to lose weight and shape like I want to. My flatmate is going to the gym pretty regularly and I want to start going a long too, but it costs money. Running doesn’t. The weather’s getting warmer and the morning drizzle isn’t so frigid, so I’m running out of excuses.

Psycosomatic Dieting

This week I’ve committed to breakfasting before I get to work, or by 830 on days I’m not working. After reading an article about nutrition and balanced diets in the Metro (#greatsources) I’m testing a theory it put forward. The assertion made by the diet expert interviewed (whose name I stupidly didn’t note down) was that a high protein breakfast was a better way to start the day than sugar and carbs.