Hey everyone, welcome back to Fatty 4 Eyes! If you're here for motivation or a dose of realness, buckle up because this past week and a bit has been an absolute shambles in terms of my diet and exercise.

Let me start with the silver lining—today marks 53 days without a single drop of alcohol. Honestly, that's a massive win for me. Considering how much beer used to dominate my weekends, it’s something I’m genuinely proud of. But let’s not get too cocky, because, in every other aspect, I’ve been an utter disaster.

#Food Mayhem: An Olympic-Level Feast

Let’s get into the horror show that has been my eating habits. Toward the end of last week, I treated myself to a Toby Carvery. Now, I could’ve gone for a sensible plate, but no—I went for the king size portion. Because obviously, if you’re going to fall off the wagon, why not do it spectacularly?

The weekend was no better. I devoured a "Challenger" full English breakfast, and let me tell you, it’s a meal no normal person should ever be able to finish. Spoiler alert: I did. It was both glorious and shameful.

Monday rolled around, and it was time for a celebration meal at Hickory’s because my wife landed a new job. Huge congrats to her—but my belly didn’t need an entire platter of BBQ goodness to mark the occasion. And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, yesterday, I somehow demolished a KFC Bucket—pretty much to myself. Fried chicken carnage.

#Exercise? What Exercise?

If my food choices weren’t bad enough, my exercise routine has also been non-existent. Over the past two weeks, I’ve done zero walking. Not a single step to balance out the madness.

The only activity I’ve managed is a squash session last night, and honestly? It nearly killed me. I was sweating, puffing, and questioning every life choice that brought me to that moment. At least I moved, but let’s be real—it’s not enough to undo the chaos.

#Time to Reset

So, what now? Well, as much as I’d like to wallow in self-pity, I’ve been here before. The truth is, I’m not going to let a rough couple of weeks derail everything. I’ve made it 53 days without alcohol, which proves I can stay consistent when I put my mind to it. I just need to apply that same focus to my food and exercise.

The plan moving forward is simple:

• Get back to meal prep and proper portion sizes.
• Start walking again—even if it’s just a couple of miles a day.
• Revisit my squash sessions and try not to die on the court.

We all have weeks like this, and the key is not to let them define us. If you’ve been struggling too, remember—it’s not about perfection, it’s about persistence.

Thanks for reading, and let’s see if next week can be a little less of a food apocalypse. Here’s to small steps forward—even if it means walking past the KFC next time.