Update for 2015


To date I have now lost 12 stone or 76kg (168 pounds).

I continue in a relationship with someone very special. My waist had gone from 58 inches to 38 inches. My neck size from 21 and a half inches to 15 inches. My chest from 58 inches to 43 inches.

I’m considering launching a website later this year and will keep you all posted.

Sadly for now this blog will continue to remain inactive.

Happy 2015!

Join me over at MyFitnessPal under the username Jztime in the meantime.


Launching: watchURweight


After careful consideration I have decided to launch a blog dedicated entirely to losing weight, my journey, tips and advice for others.

The blog will launch fully on September the 1st and at that time this site will remain up but all future posts will only be submitted over there. Some elements of what you have come to know on here will carry over. There will of course be lots of new content and my journey will continue there albeit more along the lines of my personal “weight loss journey”.

You can find the link below and I look forward to welcoming some of you to the new blog.


Infected With Fat: Part 1


The moment I realised I wanted to, had to, do it was about this time last year. It was a complete fluke. A basic problem became a full emergency. Vomiting blood, ECG’s, intravenous antibiotics and uncontrollable shivering at 5am.

As we rushed to A&E all sorts went through my mind. I had had a bladder infection earlier in the week but the antibiotics had started working, though, the day before there was blood again in my urine. What could be wrong?

The hospital was only a mile away. I was panicking. I had never felt this way before and could not stop shaking. My teeth rattled in my mouth. My partner at the time was very good. He took control and helped me dress.

I’d made the mistake of taking a warm shower to try and warm up. The Nurse looked at me disapprovingly when I said this. I was rushed past waiting queues of people on a trolley to an area of the hospital that was right under an air conditioning unit. My temperature was dangerously high.

The infection was in my blood.

Mammoth Goal!


Well it seems all my moaning was premature about the weight loss.

I weighed today and I have smashed it. I had lost over 1.5kg!

It means I have now lost 41kg in total!

In 12 pounds time I am going to post some before and after pictures on here for you all because at that point I will have lost 7 stone (98 pounds, I guess I should round it up to 100 pounds for the American readers)!

Carrying Your Own Weight


Wow…I guess maybe it should have happened sooner? I mean you expect it in the beginning, right? You would think 6 months in all the bad feeling would be gone, no?

I have now been try to shift this one miserable pound to take me down into the next stone bracket for over 10 days now! It should be easy. I was losing 2-3 pound a week consistently. It is making me more upset because this milestone that I am currently striving for is the most important for me. It is so tantalisingly close now!

It was the first goal I set for myself. I know 7 stone was foolish…hindsight is a wonderful thing. I should have set smaller goals. It was a psychological goal though for me as much as anything. To no longer be 20 something stone. It would just be amazing for me. I have 1 stone and 1 pound to go until I reach it.

I have avoided the scales for the last 3 days as they depressed me when I hopped on a week after my last weigh in. I don’t know why it isn’t budging. My diet has not changed. I am sticking to my calories. My exercise has increased this week not decreased. This is the lowest point I have been now in my weight loss.

Please don’t say all the cliche things like muscles weighs more than fat (it doesn’t, 100g of fat is 100g of muscle) or that my body is in starvation mode (this doesn’t exist, there is a more logical explanation for what people experience during weight loss). Something else is at play here and I need to figure out what it is.

Having thought about it I just think my metabolism is slowing as it should now that it is carrying almost 40kg less than it was before. I’m taking all the advice about speeding it up or keeping it working as it should. I drink water and keeping to over 1,200 calories a day. Nothing so far has made a difference.

It hurts like hell. I’m taking it as a failure and I know I shouldn’t be. To lose 6 stone so far is a great achievement. I recognise that. I just wish that now the thing I want so much is so near, that it wouldn’t screw around with me. I feel like my body is trying to cling desperately onto the fat just to spite me.

All this is part of the reason I am considering going back on the Orlistat. In the past few days I have been pushed to breaking point. Psychologically having to lose all this weight is hard enough. Dieting as I am and not seeing the figures change is soul destroying.

In the battle for my health, fitness and life back, my body is refusing to carry its weight!