Monday, January 31, 2011

Day 1 - Here we go

The first day of a weight loss campaign is always the hardest. With the
guts making funny noises to the pain in the back of the head from lack of
sugar it is all part of the fun of the change of life choices. Well that
is what it is, It is a change of life choice with the outcome being less
fat guts, less man cans and less chins. This is a good thing as less is
more so they say.

It makes you wonder if the last day before the campaign was a good idea –
Bacon and egg roll for Breaky, followed by Maccas for lunch and then
Damper and soup for dinner Then there was the birthday cake for Donnie and 
A long Neck with a few cokes and other lollies during the day. So probably
not my finest food moments or days for that fact but hey you have to
prepare yourself for a weigh in!!!

Well the weigh in has happened and as of 8:00pm AEDT I tipped the scales
at a disgusting 116.5kg’s. Yep that is the heaviest I have ever been. I
have set a goal weight of 89KG’s over the next 14 weeks so in total that
will be 27.5kgs. The end goal is about 85kg’s so will be over 30kg’s in
total.

I think that this will give me a total loss of 23.6% of my body weight.

Will this be enough to win and take home the prize. I look forward to the
weekend in Hawks Nest to get into the skinny clothes and have a great
laugh and maybe some lentils with friends.

The funny thing on the first day of a weight loss campaign (See how I do
not call it a diet as you always break diets) is all of the websites and
little applications you use to track and see how you are progressing. I
think this will all stop within the 48 hours and we will just get on with
chasing the two big prizes on offer in this campaign

1. Winning money of Upcrofts and Summers and friends
2. Changing your life for the better so that time with the kids is increased

My Mate Peachy

Today is a very happy day from the point of weight loss as we have started
and it is always hard to actually start this change in my life. But also a
very sad day in the fact a good mate of mine passed away last night. He
was an absolute champion bloke who was there for anyone anytime. I have
not spoken to him in about 6 months as he moved back to SA from London but
if I ever need a pick me up or just a laugh he was there on hand. He
worked for me for years as well and there was never a harder worker, nicer
bloke or absolute champion of a man to walk this planet. It makes you ask
the question why do we lose the good guys when there are so many wankers
still walking around upsetting people. Ryan Peach was tragically killed at
the age of 32 after being in a motorcycle accident in South Africa on
Sunday 30/1/2011 RIP mate you will be remembered by all of us blokes. I
will have a Delicious for you tonight mate.

There will be no poem today out of respect for Peachy.

Until tomorrow

Big Luv

The Brettmeister (AKA Mr Svelt)

The Start of something Big

Once upon a time there was a group of people that had known each other for a very long time. During this time there was a lot of laughs, tears, love and great times. But then one day it came the realisation of a number of them that they had let the good times roll a little bit to much.

For a bunch of people that grew up by the beach and played sport every week we certainly have let ourselves go. So the fat bastards all got together and decided to lose a heap of beef. Not only lose the beef for a better life but to actually win cash. Yep cold hard cash.

So all I can say is bring it on bitches.

Todays poem is about my mate Fat Bob!!
(Please note that it is a remake of an old Tooheys County Special Advert)

His Name was Robbie Upcroft
But everyone called him Bob
He was a legend in the weighing shed
Some say he could never be outdone
But there is a young bloke form up in QLD
had joined the shed this day
Rumoured he had a big gut
and he had a lot to say

They started fairly even
But Bob soon forged ahead
He was shedding like a demon
But young Bretty had him pegged

As the hours flew
The weight less grew
The wives were really grinning
as long as the fat bastards lost the weight
they didn't care who was winning

The score was dead set even with 1 day left to fear
When bob layed down his scales and said
Mate let me buy you a beer

The fat controller was spewing
The shed let out a cheer
"Who is going to do this last damn weigh in"
"You are they said were having a beer!!"

Good luck big man you will need it!!!

Big Luv

Brettmeister