Day 1 – A Narrow Calorie Deficit But A Success Even If I Ate At McDonalds (Twice) and Krispy Kreme.
|Calories in||Calories out||Deficit|
|January 31st 2017||205lbs||93kg||14 stone 9lbs||190cm/6’2″|
Fuck me, I almost failed before I even started but I managed to keep myself at a deficit by forgoing midnight Haribo for strawberries. The biggest mistake I guess was the McDonalds strawberry milkshake for lunch. There’s protein shakes, then there’s McDonalds finest.
The truth is that this represents a good day for me.
I think the first step towards improving this diet is to not take any calories in with liquid unless I’m exercising at the time. It’s just a waste. If you take the milkshake out of my log, then it’s a healthy deficit that’s recorded even if there’s a shitload of junk in there.
Having an entire bag of Mini Eggs was maybe not a great idea either. A small carton would have sufficed. I could have had an apple, but this is the real fucking world and as well as being a wanton alcoholic, I’m also addicted to sugar. SEND ME TO FUCKING FAT CAMP YOU TWATS AND SUCK ON MY BUMPY OLD MAN TITS.
No but honestly. Apples are a better idea. I can do this.
The most important part of this is the deficit. I needed to start moving in the right direction and I started today in a stronger position than yesterday. I could have easily not recorded any of this and just gave up recording on the first day as I always do so I’m breaking a habit of a lifetime by actually keeping this going.
I struggle to keep to Weight Watchers or Atkins. Lots of rules and fucking around.
I find it easier to just be truthful about what I’m eating and then subtract calories in and calories out. Getting into ketosis and buying piss strips is a fucking nightmare, I don’t care what Dr Pete says.
I burnt some calories walking around the Westfield centre in Stratford for a few hours and the rest of my activity calories came from a 7 mile jog last night.
I made the mistake of eating too much, too early in the day and assumed that the food would fill me up but instead I was just fucking gagging for all the noms come dinner time.
The pancakes for breakfast weren’t even that nice. They tasted exactly as they looked. Underwhelming. I’m never going to be a fucking food photographer. You could put me in front of all the most beautiful fucking gateaus and quinoa in the world and I’d still make a dog’s dick of the photo shot. That’s not gonna stop me from trying you cunts.
Look at the quality of the fucking merchandise.
It looks like a reptile has shit on some algae. Fucking tasty.
And I wish it tasted as good as lizard shit. That shit is healthy.
I need to make better progress tomorrow. Momentum is what drives me. If I can string a week together with a healthy deficit then the weight target of 195lbs is a possibility by March 1st.