I've also become a bit of a fat kunt - despite having run over 2000 miles last year and cycled over 5000 I put on circa 5kg. I mean, what the fuck else do these people (the gods of chiselled torsos) want from me?
I'm in.
First port of call, download My Fitness Pal, take a look at some of the damage each meal is doing.
From a training perspective: I've done around 1,000 miles of running and 3,000 cycling this year so far and have greatly nudged up intensity of the riding - more quality less quantity - and this seems to be paying a dividend.
And yes, BMI is largely bollocks. Misses too many variables to be accurate.
Ok we can have a vote at the end of the month to decide who did the best.
‘Trek’ means on foot. For cycling try ‘cycle’, ‘ride’, or ‘blast’.
*Checks Google before submitting*
I’m good.
Shit - I am 86.7kg - 27.98 BMI - diet and gym has started today hope to drop 5kg’s by Sep 30
I’m in.
I've kicked it of with a dry start to the month
Aiming for no beer this month.
For devastatingly rapid results, this is tried and tested - not by me, but by fat diabetics who've managed to reverse it.
https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/howto/gu...-fast-800-diet
800 calories a day with no carbs. No gym required.
20.8 BMI reading for me.
Good, bad I have no idea.
All I know is I feel fit as fuck.
Is there a Gay thread of the year poll?
The New Year is the time for resolutions, you bunch of bummers
Besides, I've just discovered morrisons maple back bacon and had a shipment of m&s best ever burgers and snags dropped off by Ocado, so good luck to all. Remind me at Auld lang syne.
Fuckin Slender Bender September
Jog on Fatty
He would exactly be jogging, though?
I'll be jogging nowhere
Thinking of New Year though...
Barry Austin died last new year.
Bet he had a good Xmas though.
That's when I'll worry, when they need a fork lift truck to get me out of bed.
Dry January and all that associated new year resolution shit has got to be the worst idea... in the world... ever... Part 1
If there's ever a time when booze needs to be called upon it's in the bleak mid-winter, when half the population are suicidal, skint and freezing their fucking tits off in some bullshit bedsit in the suburbs.
This is from a Great British perspective you understand. Not you lazy twats in the Tropics.
Big bastard shed-based workout at lunchtime for me today, followed by quite a laborious wank.
Food was porridge, walnuts and dark chocolate for breakfast; chickpeas, ratatouille, leaves and grated cheese for lunch, lentil curry and flatbread for dinner. And I have a brace of Heineken and half a bottle of Argentinian red I'm about to quaff.
All in, I'd say I've calorifically broken even. 1300 kilojoules used over the workout gave me a nice little buffer, and the wank paves the way for the plonk.
What's going on in your shed?
I copied the same dumbbell/push-ups routine last night but the weather was foul after work I skipped the run for the skipping rope. Skipped for 30 mins, of which 15 mins were actually active for 2066 jumps while watching Vikings until the Mrs called.
Went to work tonight and the day shift had everything packed up and the electric in the cabin disconnected, so I buggered off back to camp to adjust for day shift tomorrow.
Hopefully get home Sunday so I can properly get this show on the road.
P.S. Pies can only be sent domestically.
Lang may yer lum reek...
Day 7 we should update progress. Keep the motivation going.
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