Well... I did it. Twenty-eight consecutive days in the gym. No excuses. No missed sessions. No mysterious illnesses that conveniently only affected me between 6pm and 8pm. Just twenty-eight days of turning up, getting sweaty and proving I do, in fact, possess a small amount of self-control. When I started this challenge on 10th June, it was all about giving myself a goal in the run-up to the Goodwood Festival of Speed. What I didn't expect was for the biggest challenge to be

I'm officially 19 days into my 28-day gym challenge. Nineteen! WTAF!?! Which means I've reached that magical point where I'm no longer questioning whether I can keep going. I'm questioning whether I'll actually survive long enough to finish. Last week, the UK decided to cosplay as the Sahara Desert. Now, I know some people love the heat. Those people are either lying or have air conditioning. My gym, however, appeared to have neither. Walking through the doors felt less like

11 days and still going strong. I cant help but think, WTAF?!? 11 consecutive days in the gym and to be completely honest, I've not been slacking. I think the biggest eye opener was comparing it to the average of 3 or 4 days I was doing per week and realising that ive done around 3 weeks of training in 11 days and still feeling great. The biggest achievement in the last 11 days though, was putting in my first 1,000 calorie session on the treadmill. I was absolutely buzzing br

I had no intention of posting a blog today, I was going to wait until I had progressed a little further through my 28 day challenge. But Monday is my weekly weigh in day and it marks a positive start to what is going to be a difficult and stressful week of interviewing for my own job at work due to redundancies. The whole situation is really stressing me out and frankly, pissing me off. However, I have avoided going head first into a slab of Cadbury fruit and nut... every clo

Friday nights have taken a very different complexion, both this week and in the last couple of months. For the past 2 years, Friday nights were reserved for excessive calories and "one last blow out" before my new diet started on Monday. Needless to say, Monday came. Monday went. And the diet never materialised beyond lunch time on Monday. I was barely on the wagon before I fell off, head first into about 3,000 calories. Anyway, we move on. And Friday night this week was spen

In this blog I have decided to take part in a 28 day summer challenge

For the first time since 2022, I've started running. Not very far and not very fast. But I ran and im absolutely chuffed with myself for it. But before we get into that, I probably need to rewind a little as a lot has changed since my last blog and physical change is also starting to become visible now. Firstly, my weekly weigh in on Monday took me past 20kg lost since 5th Feb. I sort of took this for granted until I picked up a 20kg weight in the gym and thought, "bloody hel

So today marks 3 months since I took my first Mounjaro jab. In this blog I will look at progress, what worked well, what didnt and everything in between. I think its best to start with the reason I began taking mounjaro and thats weightloss. Monday is my weigh day each week and every single week ive seen a loss on the scales. A consistency I've not seen since I first got fit in my early 20s. My total weight loss is now 16.4kg in 3 months. Im fairly happy with this but it only

So I've been back for almost 3 weeks now and the holiday blues are still hitting hard! But on the mounjaro front, there is still plenty to be positive about. I got back to the UK on Saturday 11th April after 5 days in the South of France. I then had my usual weigh in on Monday 13th April and remarkably I'd lost weight. Albeit not that much but a loss is a loss and the first time this has ever happened in my life following a trip. Over-indulging in local cuisine and trawling t

Cote D'Azure, you have my heart you beautiful bastard! So I'm back in blighty after 5 days in the South of France and the trip took a much different vibe from holidays of old. On my last trip to Mexico, it was 10 days of lying on the beach and drinking A LOT of cocktails at an all-inclusive beach bar before later stuffing my face at a Brazilian meat restaurant. This trip was different. With my newfound motivation, I was keen to explore and sightsee, as opposed to being a laz

As the title suggests we have a fair bit to unpack in this weeks blog. I'm now officially 8 weeks into my Mounjaro journey and for 8 consecutive weeks I've seen the numbers coming down on the scales and I've now lost a total of 12.4kg. More shockingly, I did 4 days in the gym last week! Whilst I've added the gif for comedy value, I cant help but feel that I actually don't recognise myself from the person I was in January. I mean, I'd not been the gym since September 2024. No

This blog looks at consistent habit both good and bad that have been formed over a 3 year period. It then looks at the effects of mounjaro on both weight loss and mental positivity.

This weeks blog looks at the change onto the 5mg mounjaro and some changes I made in the supermarket for my GLP1 diet

So the results are in for my first month on Mounjaro and a part of me regrets not starting this sooner. Not only have the results reflected on the scales but I think I've seen a bigger mental shift more than anything else. There have been a whole host of positives including; Food shopping - As I covered in my previous post, my selection in the supermarket has flipped 180 degrees and buying healthy doesn't feel forced or like a chore. Snacks - My snacks haven't consisted of c

Other than sliced and deep fried potatoes, I've never ate so much veg on a daily basis. Let alone enjoyed filling my face with green stuff like broccoli and green beans. Mentally, I don't recognise myself and I hope I wont recognise myself physically soon enough. This month I even started back at the gym. Yes, I will say that again. I went to the gym. Not once. Not twice. But multiple times. You can cancel that missing person report, I've not been abducted, honestly, it's sti

As I've moved my way through February, I cant help but feel mentally positive. I'm enjoying the new job I started in January, the whole team and culture has been great and finally for the first time in years the KGs on the scales are in decline. Not only is the weight coming down but my whole thought process about food has changed. Again, I'm aware that I'm only a few weeks in but I can only write about what I'm experiencing. Wind the clocks back several months and the securi

Its finally here.... Eeeek! This was a rather large box for what I expected to be a small pen containing around 2.5ml of fluid. There was a degree of nerves and anticipation when unboxing my order. I had no idea what to expect but in hindsight, any nerves surrounding the new journey were somewhat unjustified. My first order contained the following, 1 Mounjaro quickpen 1 info guide 1 needle bin 100 small needles 100 anti bacterial wipes. This package arrived on the 4th Februar

If for any reason a nutritionist or personal trainer has stumbled upon my blog, please look away now or grab yourself a sick bucket! There were 2 major causes of concern relating to my diet before starting Mounjaro; The disgusting volume of calories consumed every day. The financial burden of buying all that junk. I'm kinda hoping that Mounjaro, despite its significant cost, works out economical from a financial perspective. With a bag of Maltesers being £3.25 or a box of Fer

I'm dying inside of shame as I write this post but the condition I've got myself into is horrendous, made worse by my short ass 5ft 7" stature. My physique currently resembles that of a South Park character, although I haven't yet had the audacity to convince people I'm big boned. Throughout this journey I may share the "before" photos, when I have some respectable progress or "after" pictures. Then again, I may not have the balls to do that. But for the time being, my xxl cl

I’ve spent a lot of time recently reflecting on the past few years. Since 2020, I’ve experienced some exceptionally high highs followed by a barrage incredibly low lows. To say the the most recent 4 years have been challenging would be an understatement. I’ve never suffered with mental health before and have always been proud of my mental resilience and “worry about it when its worth worrying about” philosophy, however I found myself battling my own mind and didn’t even know