Showing posts with label man weightloss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label man weightloss. Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Wednesday Weigh-In - 21 January

This morning was the third weigh-in of the year, and for the third week running the scales said something nice. While the rate of weightloss has reduced, I'm more than happy to have said goodbye to another 2lbs. Keep going steadily at that pace for the next few weeks and I'll be getting back to where I want to be. Fingers crossed I dip under 15st next week.

From 16:3 to 15:1 in 19 days
Tomorrow promises to be quite testing for the diet. I've been invited to a conference and awards do for the use of social media in graduate recruitment. Food will be served and I imagine there will be drinks on hand too. I'll have to be at my level best to not go overboard with the former, and keep up my January abstinence for the latter. To be honest, I'm expecting to have to write a confessional blog on Friday but we'll have to see.

With birthdays coming up in my household next month, it is important to finish January strongly. That way I can feel a little more relaxed about celebrating with my loved ones. Porridge and soup continue to work for breakfast and lunch, giving relative freedom for whatever I fancy for dinner. Monday I put together a little chicken and green peppers in oyster sauce with egg fried rice. Last night was Moroccan spiced pork with cous cous. Both were very nice and clearly not detrimental to my waistline.

Away from the dieting business, there are more reasons to be cheerful with my youngest's physical development. Last week I posted a little clip of him at a physio session having just received a walking frame. Today I've got a little vine from the weekend, when he decided that he wanted to be a footballer!  His future sporting achievements are more likely to veer towards the paralympics than the Santiago Bernabeu, but like any daddy my heart fills up watch his son kicking a football, even in his own unique style.






Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Wednesday Weigh-In - 7 January

My first Wednesday Weigh-In of the year yielded the following result. Apparently since Friday, when I was 16 st 3lbs, I've managed to drop 10lbs.


I'll save analysis for tomorrow (Now added to the blog). I'm not in the mood for fanfare. Instead my thoughts today are with the family, friends and colleagues of Chris Boxall, whose funeral I will be attending this afternoon.

RIP Boxy. Say hello to Pearcy for me.





Monday, 5 January 2015

Workplace Temptation

Today was my first day back at work after Christmas. I had been looking forward to this as I thought it would be an easy way to stave off temptation from the bad stuff that surrounded me at home. How silly of me to believe that.

In my office lunch room I came face to face with a full box of Victoria biscuits and a multipack of peanut butter Oreo cookies. Are dieting cruelty goes, this was pretty harsh. Somehow I managed to resist, though my tin of chunky soup bought on the cheap from Lidl didn't really offer much of a safety net. It was edible enough, but 4 days into a diet and confronted with this, my will power was strongly tested.

What sort of dieting cruelty is this?
Thankfully the test was passed, though I've just eaten a bigger portion of chicken carbonara for my dinner than was probably advisable. I certainly feel pretty full tonight! On balance, it is better to have a bit more pasta than open up a can of worms by digging into biscuits. There is only one way that would end; badly.




Saturday, 3 January 2015

I'm a believer

Yesterday marked the first phase of my diet. Stop eating junk, restricting myself to a regular three meals per day. Today I got phase 2 under way, namely dragging my sorry self kicking and screaming into exercise. Since completing the Royal Parks Half Marathon back in October, I've only been out for a run once. The overeating I described yesterday has inevitably impacted on my fitness levels and it was fair to say I was not expecting much from myself.

During the second half of 2013, I was a regular at the Black Park parkrun. Last year, it fell from my weekend routine and I think that contributed to my malaise. With that in mind I treated myself to an annual parking permit yesterday so that I've no excuses not to get myself out of the house on a Saturday morning.

When I was woken this morning, there was quite a downpour going on outside. With both boys sleeping uncharacteristically beyond 7.30, I could have been forgiven for keeping snug in my bed. However, I knew that going for a run this morning was important, perhaps more so for my psychology than my physicality. Rain or no rain, I was doing this.

After driving through the puddles of South Bucks and parking up, I did have to question my sanity at being there.


Fortunately I had an old friend to point out the obvious.


Meanwhile others were more supportive


I couldn't agree more with the last point. It did make a difference. The sense of achievement from making it round the course is palpable. My body and mind felt lifted, and though a couple of hours later I'm feeling somewhat weary, doing this today has set me on a good course for the coming weeks.


My time was not important today. I barely dipped inside 30 minutes and was my second slowest finish over the distance. But I didn't care. Today was about waking my body from it's slumber and surviving. The time will improve as my waistline contracts and my fitness levels recover. I'm not convinced I'll be getting back to sub-24 minutes 5Ks any time soon, but that isn't my motivation right now. You have to learn to crawl before you run after all.

What I have now is a mental baseline. I know that I can do this. I know that on a wet and miserable January morning I can go for a run. Come Wednesday and the first proper weigh-in of the year, I will know that I can get my weight back under control. Self-belief is incredibly important to achieve successful weightloss. I know it is only 3rd January, but I'm a believer once again.


Friday, 2 January 2015

Elvis has left the building

Over the festive period, I found myself watching a documentary on Elvis Presley. Towards the end of his life, he piled on the lbs through overeating, becoming a bloated caricature of the man he once was. I don't need to wear Blue Suede Shoes, or check into Heartbreak Hotel to tell me that in the past couple of months I have overdone things. Unlike the King of Rock 'n' Roll, I will be taken corrective measures to stop my decline, starting today.



The diet is back. I opted for porridge this morning. It has clearly been a while since I've had some as I forgot to empty my Oats So Simple sachet into the bowel before I measured my milk, which led to some confusion. I then managed to spill porridge on my jeans twice. Not a great start to the day but at least the food side of things was in order.

This morning I've not eaten anything else. The burn has been there. It has been a long time since I've felt it and am quite surprised at how quickly my body has told me to fuel up. This probably explains why.

As recently as October I was comfortably under 15st. The scales this morning gave me this reading


Even factoring in Christmas, that is an irresponsible weight gain. I've added approximately a stone and a half in two months. And it shows. I've had to dig larger jeans and t-shirts out of my wardrobe. My belt is barely going round my waist. I'm looking and feeling chunkier. And I hate it. I knew I was getting bigger too, but was in a bit of a tailspin and unable to do anything about it. If I'm not in the correct frame of mind, I am my own worst enemy and have been locked into self-destruct mode. I don't know why a change of calendar year makes a difference but it does for me. A chance to wipe the slate clean and regain control.

I'm having soup for my lunch, but will pass on having any bread or rolls with it. Then a long afternoon beckons waiting to eat this evening. Perhaps doing this on a non-work day was not such a good idea. Time will tell.


Thursday, 1 January 2015

A New Year. A New Start. A New URL?

Happy New Year one and all. May I wish you and your family all the very best for 2015 and hope it will be a year that brings both happiness and health.

2015 is kicking off for me in the same vein that every New Year's Day has in the last 7. Feeling slightly hungover and awake far earlier than I would like to be courtesy of a child. That late night session of Prosecco and Jelly Tots SEEMED like a good idea at the time, but sat here on a cold Thursday morning when I smell and taste of both, have two boys vying for their's daddy attention, and a cat suffering from isolation issues, I'm coming to the realisation that heading to bed a bottle earlier and without quite so much junk in my system was probably the wiser choice.

I've not been making too many good decisions of late. Whereas 2013 was my self-proclaimed Year of the Diet, where in a year of family adversity I thrived under pressure, losing 4 stone along the way, 2014 was a year where despite running 2 half marathons, I finished the year reaching for larger clothes. The last three months of the year in particular saw me hit the self-destruct button and undoing a lot my previous good work. It is easy I suppose to sit here on January 1st to make proclamations about reversing my slide, but I do have history on my side in terms of starting a new year with fresh motivation and willpower to make a positive change to my waistline.

Before I get on with the dieting business, I'll enjoy today. Well at least as much as you can enjoy feeling rough and with a Slough Town match this afternoon. But once the date rolls to 2nd January it will be all systems go. I'll jump on the scales tomorrow morning to shame myself but also give me an indication of just what I need to do in the coming months.

My weekly weigh-in day will recommence on Wednesdays, and I'll endeavour to pen more articles for this blog than just the obligatory toes on scales announcements. Follow my progress throughout the year and feel free to leave your comments along the way. If you're also looking shed a few lbs, let's do this together.

Finally a note for your Browsers. YearOfTheDiet.com will go offline in the next few days. Instead you will want to bookmark YearOfTheDiet.co.uk - a slightly cheaper option from my hosting company and one that I hope will be just as easy for my readers to remember.

Out with the old. In with the new. Less of the junk. Time to dispense with the excess weight I've recently acquired.

We both enjoyed Christmas. He didn't expand. I did







Monday, 10 March 2014

The Award Winning GKT

On Friday I attended my industry awards event, called the National Undergraduate Employability Awards. I was a finalist in the category for Outstanding Contribution to Work Experience, and having missed out in the previous two years it was a question of third time lucky. I picked up my award from Sahar Hashemi, co founder of Coffee Republic, and was also presented with a personalised bib for my little boy which reads 'When I Grow Up I Want To Do A Placement'. Having experienced more than a few setbacks in my career in recent years, it feels fantastic to receive some recognition.
Now, given that this is a dieting and weightloss blog, I'll skip further talk about the work side of Friday. I've got another blog for that should anybody be so inclined. Instead I want to talk about the suit. Back in January, I bought myself a new suit specifically with the Awards in mind. Having slimmed down last year I knew that my existing ones would be a little on the large side and so I invested during the sales.

I opted for a skinny fit mid grey suit, and I'd be lying if I said I was totally confident about wearing it. Having spent so many years plumping for an additional X on the label of my clothes to provide more give, the concept of figure hugging attire is a little alien to me. I've come to accept I can get away with slim fit shirts, but this was taking things to another level.

I'm still haunted by an experience of my suit trousers splitting down the bum on my way to present at a conference years ago. I had that in my mind for most of my journey into London, causing me to stand on the train and tube when seats were available. There were feelings of dread as I approached the venue in case something similar happened again. The trousers were predictably tight given their design, and I was highly conscious that one wrong movement could result in embarrassment. My calf muscles in particular felt restricted, having grown in recent months through running.

I needn't have worried in the end. The suit held firm and without wishing to sound hugely egotistical, I looked fantastic. Through the afternoon I had people showering me in compliments, many of whom would not have been aware about this blog but have met me at previous awards or in the line of work and could see the difference. The picture below shows the moment where I'm collecting my award. By way of comparison, the picture underneath is from the 2012 awards

Winner 2014 - complete with bib
Highly Commended 2012 - T-Shirt & Champers
Just for good measure to illustrate how far I've come, here is a picture taken at a wedding reception back in 2004.
Wearing my sumo fat suit
I'm not sure I'll ever fully believe that I'm slim. However, taking the occasional stroll down memory lane by looking at photos in my early to mid 20s serve up a very graphic representation of what I'm not. I'm no longer the guy who struggles to find clothes that fit, who breaks toilet seats or splits their trousers. Winning an award feels good. Winning an award whilst looking great feels even better.



Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Wednesday Weigh-In - 5 March

Another quiet week for the blog, though this time due to circumstance rather than grand design. The little man was poorly at the end of last week and the earlier part of the weekend meaning I spent a lot of time with him and not a lot with the laptop. Rightly so.

Having had a big loss last week, spending time with an unwell munchkin did not bode particularly well for the waistline. The day and a half I took off work to care for him gave me a green light to feast and I didn't really hold back. Fortunately I gave myself some additional wriggle room last Wednesday night by running for just under 10 miles, my longest training session yet, which helped clear the way for medicinal toast and crisps. With a couple of shorter runs thrown in on Sunday morning and Tuesday night, and more controlled eating since the weekend, I struck a reasonable balance.

The net result of the last 7 days is a 1lb loss taking me down to 13st 12lbs.



I'll sound like a broken record, but this again is the lightest I've been. I see the irony in that being the case as my chair at work starting to disintegrate under my weight this week. It used to support me when I was 10 stone heavier, but the fabric started to pull apart on Monday and I could feel myself sinking into it. When I was a bigger man I used to break things with regularity, particularly toilet seats and wooden furniture (I was the nemesis of Ikea futons). It brought a wry smile to think that in my current size, my chair should start to give up the ghost.

I've got my industry awards to look forward to on Friday. To leave with the award for my category would be nice, though I'm already salivating at the thought of the Bento Box buffet and a couple of celebratory/commiseration drinks. Follow #NUEAwards on Friday from 2pm if you want to see how I get on.





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Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Wednesday Weigh-In 26 February

The wobbles are over. To be honest they were over when I wrote last week's weigh in article as I'd already dispensed with the gremlins and recovered what all dieters need, namely control. I've been somewhat quiet on the blogging front over the last 7 days, at least with regards to dieting. Usually when I go for periods without writing it is because I'm in an unhappy place and don't want to face the music. This week it has been more a question of quietly going about my business, with a steely determination to claw back some of the gains of the past three weeks.

As it has turned out, I've wiped the slate clean. And then a bit more. I've gone sub 14 stone for the first time since I don't know when. Probably 20 years or more. Maybe even a little further back.

Yikes!
While I have been very focused on the job at hand and disciplined with food since the last weigh-in, I've not exactly been living off rabbit food. Last Thursday I bought my son a McDonald's for a lunchtime treat and had one myself. Twice I've enjoyed Truly Irresistible Sticky Toffee Pudding with plenty of custard, thanks to Co-operative and their deliciously tempting half price deal. I've kept away from bread during workdays but indulged in cheese on toast on both Saturday and Sunday. There was even a little bit of grazing on Sunday, but I've become quite comfortable with the idea of having one day a week where I'm picking at things to eat, so long as the remaining 6 I'm not.

This week's loss then has been achieved through control. I've laughed in the face of the biscuits and chocolates being offered to me at work by colleagues. I've kept away from snacks all week, with the exception of Sunday. McDonald's was eaten in sensible proportion, having a medium size wrap of the day meal. Years ago I'd have plumped for a super size meal with at least 1 additional item from the saver menu on top. The toffee pudding was a bit of a vice I admit, but then one night it was factored in as a reward for a 5k run in the morning, and replaced booze which I've quietly taken off the menu.

With all of my focus on my weight, I have dropped the ball somewhat on the exercise front. Beyond my parkrun on Saturday morning, the only time I've pulled on the running gear was last Wednesday night when I didn't go particularly far. Interrupted nights courtesy of the little man combined with a bit less energy from ditching the junk has meant I've not really been up for exercise. I'm acutely aware that the half marathon is less than 4 weeks away now so will have to put in some lengthy training runs between now and then, which means I'll need to fuel up. It was worth sacrificing a few miles in the last 7 days to help restore my sanity. Let's hope it sticks around for a while longer.


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Sunday, 26 January 2014

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

My blogs on a Sunday night tend to be quite negative affairs. I've usually eaten too much and am feeling a little sorry for myself when I come to write them, and could quite easily have penned an article that maintained form had I got around to writing this earlier. However, unlike previous Sundays, today had a happier ending to report.

Yes I've consumed a hell of a lot more than I would during the week. There has been cheese. There have been bags of crisps. Toast came back into my life and then there was the smaller matter of the roast dinner I cooked for the family this afternoon. I should have felt bloated. I should have beached of the couch tonight. Instead I checked on the weather, felt that my evening meal was far enough down the digestive tract for exercising without nausea, and then pulled on the running gear.

The net result? Well, whereas yesterday I really struggled with the 5k, tonight I ran 10k in 52 and a half minutes. http://www.mapmyrun.com/workout/471158571

This will either set me up well for a couple of well disciplined days ahead of the weigh in on Wednesday, or make me feel like hell. The jury is out on which way it will go but I'm expecting to be a little sore in the morning.

Despite my relative struggle on Saturday morning, it has been good to get running again after the self-imposed break for illness. Since Thursday I've clocked up just under 21km, effectively a half marathon. Sometime between now and 22 March, I've got to pull the three workouts into one and not spread it across different days.

A good way to end the week. Hopefully the next one will be more productive still.


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Saturday, 25 January 2014

Saturday Struggle

Following my tongue biting exploits of a couple of days ago, today represented a chance to get things back to normal. Saturday morning means parkrun, and having missed out last week I was raring to go this morning. The overnight rainfall meant the ground was always going to be soft under foot, but it wasn't particularly chilly so I was anticipating a good run.

What I had was a struggle. It became self evident early on that my lungs may have been up for plodding around the estate on Thursday night, but they were not going to play ball at parkrun pace. I could hear me gasping before I reached the 1k marker. Before reaching the 2k, my parkrun acquaintance caught me up, wished me a good morning and I could barely muster words back to him. On reaching 3k I did something I've not done for some time and took a breather slowing to walking pace. 

I absolutely thought I was done. Like a broken steam train I was coughing and spluttering. A fellow runner asked me if I was ok and I assured him I was, but didn't really feel that was the case. I was staring at my first DNF and concerned about the psychological repercussions that may have for the challenges ahead. So I got myself moving again, and decided to make the best of the situation. If I wasn't feeling physically strong, why not turn this into a training session to replicate the latter stages of the half marathon, when I know I will find the going gets tough.

At the 4k post I found myself taking a breather again. The incline at this point on the Black Park course is nothing like as severe as Bradford's teeny tiny hill, but when I've already mentally given in earlier in the race, it stands to reason that I will also slow down for the most difficult part of the circuit. Into the last stretch and I found it difficult to keep pace with a junior female runner. I know when I'm running that I'm not in competition with anybody else, but it isn't great for confidence when overtaken by a little girl.

Yes, I run like a girl
At the finish line came a sense of relief. Things will get easier as my chest and lungs clear up, and I get back into the running groove. I wasn't particularly interested in my finish time but when the text came through I was rather surprised at it's respectability. 24.29 is by no means a poor effort (my PB is 23.46) so with two breathers and some lingering germs factored in, this was a good run. It just really didn't feel like it at the time!

If the chance permits, I'll get out again on Sunday for a more leisurely if longer run to build up stamina and put distance back into my legs. I felt no ill effect from my Thursday night plod around the estate so something at a similar pace should do no harm. 
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Tuesday, 14 January 2014

Going The Distance

Tonight I've had a bit of a psychological breakthrough in regards to my half marathon training. I'm not afraid to admit that up until this point I've been feeling a little nervous about how far I'll have to go. I've become comfortable doing 5km but the thought of doing that four times back to back with a sprint finish on top has filled me with dread.

Last September I competed in a 10k run, coming home in a respectable 56.38 but a fair chunk of that race was covered at walking pace, most notably that blimming great hill in the middle of the golf course. I wasn't fit enough to run the entire race and in the four months since I've not gone beyond my comfort of a Saturday morning 5k. With the half marathon just over two months away, I had to get out there and get some distance into my legs.

The problem is as a working dad, time is a precious commodity. It is unrealistic for me to run first thing in the morning as I need to get my youngest up and ready for nursery before getting his big brother ready for school. My lunch breaks are now restricted by the fact that I'm making up time that I lose first thing, due to not being able to leave the school gates until 8.40 at the earliest. After work I get home, get the boys fed, bathed and ready for bed. After that, I cook for my wife, who has a much more stressful day than I do, and then my choice is to eat at the same time or pull on the running gear.

So many reasons exist not to go out in the evenings. Fatigue. Hunger. The weather hasn't been entirely helpful for my motivation of late, though I have made it out a couple of times for half hearted efforts. Last night I hoped to run but the rain arrived and drowned my good intentions. Tonight, with clear skies above me I left my excuses at home.

To mix things up, I made a change from my usual route. Going past all those take away outlets was getting a little old, plus a new direction meant I would be unaware of how far I had run. My mind tends to play tricks on me when I see distance markers, even at the parkrun, meaning I suddenly feel weary or notice an ache or pain that wasn't there before. Running blind tonight meant that didn't happen. And when I got back to my driveway I stopped my app to be informed I had managed this.

Boo-ya!
Just under 10k in 52:30. Had I known I was at that sort of distance I'm sure I would have found an extra 100 metres on my way home just to take it up to a nice round figure! Still, I'm feeling pretty darn satisfied this evening. If I can do this on a cold Tuesday night after the little one kindly provided me with a broken night's sleep, then maybe this half marathon business isn't quite as scary as I had been thinking.

13 miles. 21 kilometres. This guy is starting to believe he is going the distance.


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Thursday, 9 January 2014

The Secret of My Success

Towards the end of last year, I toyed with the idea of sharing what I typically eat when I'm engaged in full diet mode. However, for whatever reason, my 'Diet In December' concept never really came to fruition. I was asked by a colleague earlier today share my secret on what I eat, given I've been pretty successful in getting back on track post-Christmas, and so this entry will show you.

Breakfast is typically a low key affair nowadays. In the winter months I eat porridge and with somewhat limited time in the mornings what with getting two boys up and ready, I opt for the easy option of Oats So Simple. Two minutes in the microwave and ready to eat. They come in a variety of flavours and recently introduced a Heaps of Fruit range which made a change from the Golden Syrup ones which I'd got a little bored of. Porridge does a great job of keeping me filled up until lunch, and because it is hot it can't be eaten too quickly.
Hot Breakfast
For lunch I tend to have a salad, and by salad I mean just that, not a pile of mayonnaise infested 'salad' that you tend to get offered in salad bars in supermarkets. Pictured below is a very basic lunch, comprising of baby spinach leaves with some Spanish chorizo slices to offer flavour. There is no dressing or sauce. Sometimes I'll chop cucumber or pepper to add a little crunch. The green stuff doesn't have to be spinach and I often rotate between baby leaf salad or rocket. Chorizo can be subbed for meaty alternatives, or for something a bit different smoked mackerel. Spinach is brilliant stuff and you can eat a mountain of it for minimal damage. It does get a bit difficult to eat a lot, so I like to use the chorizo slices as mini wraps.

Yes, this really is my lunch
After two relatively small meals, I need to have something more hearty for my dinner. Having already scaled back during the day, I'll be damned if my main meal is the size of one of those 'light option' ready meals. I've given two examples below. The first is spaghetti and meatballs. Nothing too fancy here, just some oven baked meatballs, spaghetti and a pasta sauce. After a day in the office and getting the kids to bed, I make no apologies for the fact that the meatballs are not home made and the pasta sauce is out of a jar. In an ideal world I would prepare both myself, but that is unrealistic on weeknights, particularly if I'm also trying to get out for a run.

Meatballs, sauce, spaghetti. Simple and yummy

Dinner number 2 here is something I might typically eat on a Tuesday night before the Wednesday Weigh In. Like anybody else who faces public scrutiny, I'm going to give myself the best chance of a positive outcome the following morning by having a lighter meal the night before. In this case, there is leftover roast chicken, served with lettuce, spinach, peppers, cucumber and on this occasion I treated myself to a little coleslaw. I wouldn't eat this more than once a week as like I said above, I need a good dinner following a small lunch and breakfast.

A lighter dinner before the Weigh-In

Other dinners I regularly have include spaghetti bolognese, ideally made with extra lean beef mince rather than the really fatty stuff, chicken curry or pan friend chicken served with penne in a carbonara sauce. I'm not averse to a frozen pizza from time to time, so long as I don't do it with extras like garlic bread.

So those are my typical meals. What do I eat in between times? Well, usually not very much at all is the honest answer. I do best when I completely cut out snacks, bar the occasional bit of fruit or yoghurt. If I feel the need for a sugar burst, a small handful of sultanas does the job rather than opt for chocolate. I don't drink tea or coffee, and my staple drink during the day is Pepsi Max. There will be nutritionists who point out the evils of aspartame, but if there is a calorie free drink that contains caffeine that I enjoy drinking, I think I'm allowed one vice. Critics of diet drinks say that people will crave sugar as a result of consuming them, but I don't really find that to be the case.

I'm not a total food nazi when I'm dieting. I don't stick to this formula 7 days a week. If I want a bacon sandwich at the weekend, or a bit of cheese on toast I will. When my other half and I are exhausted after a long week, the occasional take away is more than justified. But typically I follow this plan at least 5 days out of 7, and combined with my ongoing exercise, the results are there for all to see. 

Now, for anybody reading this and is thinking about following in my footsteps, I will provide a word of caution. To my mind, one the main reasons why people fail with their diets is because they opt for a crash diet rather than something more measured. To coin a phrase from Ed Balls, they go too far, too fast. What I have displayed above is what I eat now as a 14 stone man when trying to shed a few pounds. If I had attempted to follow this formula when I was a 24 stone man, I would have failed very quickly indeed. If your body has been used to being fuelled by a large amount of calories, it will not respond well to a dramatic reduction. Scale back your portion size gradually over time, rather than cutting off the majority of the fuel supply.

To get where I am now, I have reduced my food intake over a prolonged period. Breakfast is now a simple bowl of porridge. Previously it would have included a banana with it. Before that a large bowl of Bran Flakes.

Lunch is now a very simple salad. It started out as a sandwich comprised of 4 slices of bread with a carrot on the side. First the carrot went. Then I scaled back to 2 slices of bread. Now I've ditched the bread altogether and gone for greens.

The same can be said for dinner. If I have a curry at home, I very rarely include a naan, which previously would have been a must. The amount of pasta or rice I cook is now measured too and is less than what I ate when I was much bigger.

I wouldn't even recommend cutting down your meal portions to begin with. The place to start is all the extras that are consumed during the day. If you're eating three meals a day, with some snacks and a glass of wine in the evening, the first things to go are the extras. I only drink one night a week now, typically a Saturday night having been for a run in the morning. It is rarely more than a couple of glasses of wine or cans of beer. Snacks don't feature at all or at least very rarely, so no tubes of Pringles in front of the tv or a sneaky slice of toast when I get home from work. If you eat these on top of your usual three meals, ditch the extras and you should notice a difference. Then, and only then, you can think about where else you can trim some calories.

So there you have it. The secret of my success is less sexy than the 5:2 diet, or any of these other fad diets that people invest a lot of time and money into. I used to eat a huge amount, but slowly scaled back and continued to do so as the weight came off. Exercise helps of course, ensuring that your burn more calories than you consume, but with a little discipline and not taking things too quickly, you can lose weight through portion control.



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