So What the heck happened? And what am I gonna do? A quick bit of history...

Seriously? Well I got fat. I ate and ate and drank and drank. Shame we didnt move to a country that was considered " dry", but then again, even " dry " countries have their own rehab centres.

So, back home, I was running, spinning, boxing- ummm... moving. Not moving as in moving, hang on I guess I was moving. About to move countries. But I meant - moving, as in moving my ASS. Stairs, 3 different lots of groceries in one day. Chasing after a small child. Hanging with some brilliant chicks who were into fitness ( you know who you are). And then i moved to the land of sand, and literally became a couch potato. All my own doing, no one else to blame. I did have alot of support backhome, you know, trainer, mates, a nutcase. I gotta put all that behind me and find solutions to the problems that I have. Ok, food here is more expensive- but then I can stop buying take away. It will balance out.

So I have been eating well. Doing 5 meals a day, drinking more water, cutting out the sugary soft drinks, cutting way way way way way ( in another galaxy) type of way on booze, cutting back on white bread and making my meals smaller. And the biggy? Not eating junk food after 8pm.

Im on my way, have lost some weight and feel motivated.

Have a good one..