Tuesday, 6 March 2012

The Bad Stuff

Bad Diet

I thought I should show you what my diet used to be like as pictures are worth a thousand words.

Its easy to say "I eat crap food" and most people would know what you mean, they think you eat the odd B&E roll and the odd Maccas.

I wanted to show you what crap food really is.  

Breakfast

My breakfasts are bad
At home breakfast usually consists of cereal, sometimes toast and jam with coffee on a weekend, but most workday mornings I would have something healthy.

It's the days when you are a bit stressed, didn't eat much the night before or are a bit hungover that the healthy breakfast goes out the window. 



This is the take-away I used to go to regularly for breakfast before starting work.
It is conveniently located near my bank and shops that I regularly go to however there was a more sinister reason for me to choose this place over the many places I could easily obtain my vice.

This place would cook fresh chips for me when I ordered bacon and eggs!!!!
And when they ask "do you want your toast buttered" they don't mean with margarine.



my typical eat-out breakfast
It doesn’t help that I like bacon and eggs for breakfast but add fresh, well cooked chips and its hard to decline.

Its not like I had to go there, I could have done my business and kept going or eaten breakfast first, but I was addicted to the fat, starch and sugar. 

I stopped cooking bacon and eggs at home a while back, partly because it was not worth the effort in prep and cleaning and partly because it could never be as good as my regular fix above.This, combined with the recent move of my office to Castle Hill had slightly reduced my bacon and eggs intake to a couple of times a week. (well OK maybe 3)

But then in summer on the weekend there is the BBQ at Nippers where they sell bacon and egg rolls ( to support the club mind you), at least I would usually have had a surf before eating it. Alas, that must change too along with the bacon and eggs during winter from Avalanche or Cascades whilst in Thredbo.

Morno


After eating the breakfast shown above, I have been know to buy 30 donut balls at a time for morning tea.
You see, 20 donut balls cost $2.80 but for fiddy cents more you get 30 of the little suckers.
I would eat them and wash'em down with the remainder of my breakfast can of coke.



That's a shit load of donut balls on that counter eh?.......nah about a weeks worth for me !!!


num num num num num num num num num

Lunch


I regularly have hamburgers, pies, donner kebabs or KFC (with chips and coke) for lunch.

I have attempted to eat lunch at work as much as I can but it is difficult for a number of reasons:

Regularity - I cant guarantee I will be there to eat lunch at work every day
Variety - sometimes you cant eat a sandwich 5 days in a row
Spoilage - both reasons above cause stuff to go off

Every now and again, especially when you are out on the road, it is hard to say no to take-away and buy a salad sandwich for $8 when you know they cost two and threepence to make.

I canned Maccas (and Hungry Jack's) lunches recently, not because of the nutritional value of what they sell but how they present it.

I was sick of opening the box and finding the stuff just chucked together and oozing with sauce/mayo.



This is your typical Cheeseburger meal, like how it used to be served.
It is rare to get one assembled like that now days.

The change in quality has been since MacDonald's stopped making the burgers in advance.

In the old days the server just turned around and picked up one of many burgers from a chute and gave it to you.

Back then you accepted that it was pre-cooked and the trade off was that it was quick and cheap and convenient.

Now days the customer has to now wait for fast food to be made and there is  pressure for the (I wont say cook) "assembler" to make the burger in a specific time.

So in the end we have to wait for crap food to be assembled poorly without care and we have to pay a premium for it

It is cheaper and sometimes quicker to go to a cafe or even a burger/fish n chips shop



Look at the sloppy presentation - wouldn't pass Masterchef


Look at the mayo - shit ...no one wants that much mayo - another USA supa-size syndrome
I had to use a french fry to scrape it off - even then it oozed out and dripped down my arm

Recently Angus and I had Burger King in Vancouver - the look on his face is not jet lag
It was frustration with all the mayo/ketchup dripping off and the contents falling onto the tray.

Mmm Apertizing



Another lunch issue is timing, as there are not many places at 3pm that serve fresh food which only leaves road food.

Recently I have swapped the drive-thru for a Vietnamese Cafe that does not close between lunch and dinner and for 10 bucks makes a great "bespoke" beef stir fry with veges and rice.

You really appreciate the food and service when you can hear it being chucked into a wok and you know that your meal will be served 30 secs after the sizzling stops.


Dinner

Dinners OK

We don't go out that much for dinner but we love going to Hogs Breath or a Pub Bistro and eating steak or chicken schnitzel (with chips and lots of beer) every now and again.

It would be about once every week or two that we go out for a meal and a beer. 

Dinner at home is usually well balanced stuff, pasta, curries, stir-fry, salads etc., not  fatty steak or pork sausages or pizza every night. We rarely cook chips at home and would have about half a dozen BBQs a year and if so would be lean meat.

We dont usually order take away anymore, since we cook a bit of asian food and Jenny makes her own pizza dough, there is no attraction to "cook with the phone".

Snacks

Snacks are a problem:

Savory - Potato/corn chips, peanuts, dips, lunch meat, crackers etc
Sweet - Chocolate, chocolate biscuits, chocolate chip cookies, cakes, muffins, desserts

BEER

When I am out and about I drive past KFC and Maccas all the time without chucking a U-turn and buying a Big Mac or a chicken so it has to be a timing thing.
I find that convenience is a big factor in these decisions.

Another analogy is beer, I like beer but I drive past pubs all day long and don't need to stop for a beer. That's because I have a job to do and a license to keep.

However, It wasn't always like that.

Over a year ago I used to knock off work early since I was "self employed" and go down for a "few beers with the boys"

I would drive Jenny's car to the pub most days at "beer o'clock". Jenny would catch the bus from the station and then drive home, do some shopping if needed, pick the kids up and then come back and get me.

Sometimes it would be 9pm before she returned which equates to at least half a dozen schooners and more often than not, not much for dinner followed by a seedy morning.
Other times she would come back with the kids and we would have a meal there.

It was a friendly environment, great bistro, we knew everyone and the staff new us as locals so we did what ever we wanted, most of the time we ran the place. 

Every now and then we would run amok, usually on the weekend or on Wednesday's when they had a band on. You could drink a dozen beers, get blind and never get in trouble or get chucked out. It was great fun.

The good thing about the place was I could walk in and say G'Day to about 10 people even if my old mates weren't there.





After a while I started to realise it was ground hog day, conversations started to have that de ja vu feeling of "didn't he tell me this bullshit yesterday" and people did the same stupid  things over and over, same old story, someone lost their job, someones got the shits with so and so, someone whinging about their boss, I've gotta find somewhere to live, my cars out of rego, I got booked for drink driving, can you lend me $50 etc etc 

There was no history, there were no real conversations or stories, just mundane day to day whinging about life, work, bills and the ordinary things people all around the world put up with every day.

I realised these people don't do anything but go to work and drink beer.

I had had enough.

Pubs are like hospitals you know, they are full of sick people who, like the ones in hospital, sometimes are there for a long time, some come and go quickly never to be seen again and some are terminally ill and just stay there till they die .

The only ones that aren't sick are the ones that are only visiting, rather than being "admitted" they have freedom to check themselves out and live a normal life and return when they want, usually on a Friday to "visit" the sick people who are there all week day in day out.

After losing a close friend from the pub who I had know for 25years and done many things with over the years not just drank beer at the pub with, I realised that the people there didn't have anything else, they were inmates in a prison, locked up by their livers.

I had nothing in common with them other than being a drunk. I tried towards the end to involve some of these people in some of my outside life, despite being warned by Potsy many years before not to rely on "Oak people" to change.

I thought maybe if they got an interest outside the pub they would choose to come mountain biking or kayaking or snow skiing and the benefit would be two fold.

I would have a partner to do some sports with and would also have a break from the pub, they would benefit likewise.

He was right, none of them followed through with their inebriated promises. The attraction to sit and drink beer was too much. They would not go to the effort of getting up and doing something new because of the opportunity cost - doing the activity with me took away their ability to sit in the pub all weekend and get drunk.

I gradually lost any interest I had in the people of the pub and after Xmas 2010 I stopped going to the place all together and surprise surprise, have had almost no contact with any of the pub people since. 

It was a hard decision as you are voluntarily giving up a part of your life, like leaving your home town or quitting a long held job.

As upsetting as it was, I looked at it like giving up smoking and I knew it would be for the best.

Even though I haven't given up beer altogether I have dramatically reduced my consumption.
I still enjoy a beer or two at home after work and on a weekend.

Not going to the pub regularly makes it more enjoyable to have a schooner of draught beer when I do, especially since I only drink light beer at home.


So am I addicted to junk food?

When you apply the phrase "you are what you eat", then I am made of fat and sugar!!!

I generally eat OK,but I cant help taking the junk food option.
However, I don't eat enough fruit ( since I get my sugar fix from Coke and beer)

I think that breakfast, lunch and snacks is where I need to focus

I eat too much fried food, so chips, donuts and KFC have to go as well as all the snacks. 


Next blog will be about how I am going to achieve this change in my diet




Wednesday, 29 February 2012

What’s wrong with me?


Synopsis

Recently I have been struggling with my diet, appearance, and general fitness.
I am slightly overweight and have a moderately high body fat content
I have a very high Cholesterol level, however my other systems are within normal range
I have a beer gut and man boobs
I have lost some muscle tone and aerobic fitness
I am not enjoying the sports I do as much as I used to



My Weight and Body Fat

I’m 46 years old, 182cm tall, 87kg and 24% body fat (according to our scales anyway)
From what I have read I am over average weight and body fat for my height and frame.
If I was fit I should probably be less than 80kg and less than 20% body fat

Doesn’t sound like much to lose - 10% of my weight (8Kg) and 20% of my body fat (4.8%)
So weighing 87KG at 24% body fat I have 21KG of fat and 20% of that is over 4kg.
That's half of my total weight loss...in fat alone


My Cholesterol

My cholesterol was 6.9 this time last year - HDL 1.5 LDL 4.9 TRI 1.0
In September 2011 it was 6.7, now it is 6.5 – LDL is now down to 4.5
A slight reduction over 12 months but still high and needs urgent attention

The LDL cholesterol is apparently stored mainly in the abdominal cavity unlike normal fat which is stored in subcutaneous tissue.

This is a scary enough thought for me to act upon (somethings you just should NOT wiki) 

The doctor has recently put me on some medication in an attempt to lower it since my attempts to reduce it with diet change has not seemed to work so far.

Mmmm... Mc Kalestamarol


My Appearance

I am shaped like a pregnant woman and my man boobs are getting proportionally bigger as my gut grows
Maybe I'm pregnant with a beer baby
I’ve got skinny arms and legs and a “six pack of spare tyres" beer gut
I feel like one of those potato people kids make at school with toothpicks and a spud

I may be exaggerating about my form but when function is getting impaired there's a genuine problem
I feel a squeeze in the guts when I bend down to tie my shoes or touch my toes
This also has started to affect some of my sports
It is uncomfortable for me to paddle my kayak/raft wearing a life jacket
The waist belt of my backpack makes me want to hurl my breakfast
When I pedal my bike my knees slap my gut like Dolly Parton doing a Step class
I am getting sick of buying bigger trousers
Thank god for retractable seat belts or I would need to buy a larger car

I am sure this is what I look like at the beach


My Fitness

I don’t get to do as much of my sports as I used to a few years back and I have found it hard to do regular training.
I need to do regular exercise sessions for both cardio and weight trainning.

Work and family commitments seem to have taken priority recently over personal activities
A good side of this is that I have been doing things with the kids like surfing, cycling and running even though its great fun is just not full on enough training for me.

Another problem has been this horrible weather we have had over summer has made it hard to do our morning walk/run in the bush.
It has been a regular part of my fitness training for many years now, but this year it has been decimated by the weather.


If I miss too many morning walks our dog will end up looking like this poor bugga
 Don't worry I know how you feel fella!!

Maybe I should do some sort of "Boot Camp" thing or join a gym or just lock myself up in a padded cell so I cant eat Maccas.

Anyway, here's a few suggestions from Ryan - Great sites well worth a look

www.crossfit.com


So what am I doing wrong?

I eat too much of the wrong type of food
I am not involved in a regular exercise regimen
I am not doing any exercise that results in muscle gain



Updates info etc

Thanks to Garry and Ryan for the support via emails 
On that topic, I have added peoples email to this Blog as I had done for my other blog
However it is limited to 10 addresses only so its not an effective way of letting people know that I have updated the blog.

I have been researching the best way to notify people that the blog has been updated and I have found there are a few options.

The different methods will not cater for everyone, ie not everyone is on facebook, not everyone has a google account etc etc.

I will advised soon what I recommend.

Stay tuned for the next blog where I show you exactly how bad I am !

Friday, 24 February 2012

What When Why Where How

This is the initial post to advise my readers what this blog is all about.

What

I have decided to document my attempt to get fit and get into shape again and change my lifestyle for the better before its too late.

In his final letter to the Scouts, Baden-Powell wrote:

........One step towards happiness is to make yourself healthy and strong while you are a boy, so that you can be useful and so you can enjoy life when you are a man........

So whilst I am still a "boy" I am going to get as strong and healty as I can, so I can be useful and still do the things I do now when I am an "old(er) man".

When

NOW…Now is the time, “Now is the summer of my discontent”

Summer is over and I have had enough
I have only got autumn left to get fit for winter

 To quote the opening words of Shakespeare’s Richard III

Now is the winter of our discontent                                           (Not happy Jan)
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house                           (bloody Sydney weather)
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,                         (too merry in my case)
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;

And now, instead of mounting barded steeds                            (my mountain bike)
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber                                         (the shed)
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute                                              (my guitar)

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,                               (I can’t touch my toes)
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,                                      (six pack abs)
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,                                
Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time                                   (beer gut)                  
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;                                        (…that’s going a bit too far)
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,                                       (doing jack shit)
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:                                          (when I get on the scales)
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days……                          (Gluttony, Greed, Sloth)


Why

I had made a few changes last year and this, which has given me some impetus to achieve more
Recently I am not enjoying my sports as much as I used to
I’m a fat bastard
I have had enough

To quote Pulp Fiction :

Jules: Yeah, I was sitting here, eating my muffin and drinking my coffee, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity.



Where

I am going to use this blog to document and share my goals, planning, research, activities and achievements (if any).

So that you don’t get bored with me crapping on, I will be adding links to various websites that I find during my quest, some will be serious information, and some will be humorous piss-takes, other links won't be so obvious.

(I will leave it up to you to decide which ones are whichJ)

How

They say that you should write your problems down so they are projected into the foreground of your mind rather than hiding it away in the back or having it float around your consciousness aimlessly.

Since I am a serial list-maker and list-ignorer I thought a public blog would not only embarrass me but may help attain some peer support, it would also serve as a timeline and repository for the information.

I will start first by describing my problems and secondly make a plan of attack and thirdly document the results.

Anyway here is Dr Pillai’s view on the subject of writing down problems





Be sure to search for some of the other words of wisdom posted on YouTube by the good Doctor like:

“Stop playing games”
“Unconscious speech and behaviour”
“Conceiving Unlimited Money”
“What really happens on a Full Moon Day?”
And the ever popular “4th Moon Coconut Breaking”


Stay tuned for the next post where I will be detailing my problems, don’t worry, not all of them, just the issues effecting my weight and fitness