A Fat Middle-Aged Man on a Mission :
to Turn His Life Around!

How Did It Get to This Point?

Ah, the good old days! I remember being a kid with a metabolism that could rival a rocket. I could eat as much as I wanted, and somehow, my body just took care of it. No weight gain, no worries. I was untouchable—at least until I hit 21. Then... well, let’s just say life started catching up with me. Here’s how it all went down:

1. I Got Married

Now, my wife is going to give me an earful for this one, but hey, the truth's the truth. Marriage definitely played a part in me packing on the pounds. My wife? She's incredible. The love of my life. And one hell of a cook. She’s always whipping up these amazing dishes—at any time of the day or night! I'm not kidding; there have been multiple occasions where she's wrapped up cooking something delicious at 1 a.m., and of course, I’m right there to devour it. Can you really blame me?

2. I Stopped Training

I was never a gym fanatic, but I used to hit the gym twice a week to keep my cardio in check and build a little strength. It wasn’t much, but it kept me active. Then, I stopped. Just like that. And within weeks, I could feel my cardio fading, my energy dipping. Did I do anything about it? Nah. I just let it happen and ignored the consequences. Classic move, right?

3. Beer... Lots and Lots of Beer

Ah, my real downfall. Beer. Glorious beer. I used to have it occasionally—three or four times a month, tops. But that quickly turned into three or four times a week. And trust me, when I say I could put away three or four pints without breaking a sweat, I mean it. We’re talking about 1,152 calories per session. That’s almost half my daily calorie intake! It wasn’t long before the weight piled on, and here I am, writing this "About Me" page at 107.95 kg (17 stone).

How Am I Going to Fix This?

Now for the fun part—the turnaround! I’ve set my sights on getting down to 88.9 kg (14 stone), and I’m ready to make some pretty big changes to get there. How, you ask? Well, here's the plan:

1. Join a Gym (And Actually Go)

First things first: I need to get my butt back to the gym. And not just join it, but actually use it! Mornings are going to become "me time"—time to work on my cardio and strength. No more excuses. No more pretending I’ll go "tomorrow." It's now or never.

2. Monitor My Food Intake

I’ve always hated when people went on about calorie counting—it used to make my eyes roll. But here we are, and guess what? Now I’m one of those people. I’ll need to track what I eat to ensure I’m in a calorie deficit each day. If I want the weight to come off, it’s going to take some accountability. So yeah, I’m diving into the world of food tracking—never thought I’d see the day.

3. Say Goodbye to Beer (For Good)

This one really stings. Anyone who knows me knows that beer has been my loyal companion for years. But the time has come to part ways. As much as I love a cold pint, it’s been a massive part of the weight I’ve put on, and I know I can’t keep it in my life if I want to reach my goals. So, I’m cutting it out—completely. No more pints, no more excuses. It’s tough, but necessary. Here's to a new chapter, beer-free!