Okay society you win- Diary of a fat boy

[Claw75]

otter's noses?

[Snatiramas]

ocelot spleens

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Chicken lips and fishes tities.

WTF are we talking about 

[Snatiramas]

Chicken lips and fishes tities.

WTF are we talking about 

not sure it matters

[Claw75]

Chicken lips and fishes tities.

WTF are we talking about 

The funniest film ever made.  FACT!!!

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Chicken lips and fishes tities.

WTF are we talking about 

The funniest film ever made.  FACT!!!

Sounds vuagely pythonesque....

[Claw75]

Chicken lips and fishes tities.

WTF are we talking about 

The funniest film ever made.  FACT!!!

Sounds vuagely pythonesque....

 

[Snatiramas]

So here we are in week two and unbelievably I am still weeing for Britain or should I say Wiiing for Britain. Yes it was birthday time again and as always the familiar question of “what do you want for your birthday?” rears its ugly head. I mean this one is so hard. Normally I really do not care. It is so much easier to buy for people. To give than receive. This year though I had an ace up my sleeve.

The Wii. A console where you have to get up off your backside to play just has to be the gift for this birthday. So it came to pass. What fun we had. Family tennis tournaments were the favourite. Now I am getting my Wii fit next week, bought for me by my sisters and being brought to the UK  by a German colleague and I promise to give you a full oobe (out of the box experience) next week. I also asked for clothes vouchers because the way things are going I can see a time in the future when I am going to need them.

Now strangely the subject of acronyms and clothes brings me back to my early career with Burton menswear. In 1983 Burton still did quite a lot of made to measure business and all management and senior staff had to be trained in how to measure. This was not impossible as most of the time it was based around a few key measurements. Chest of course, arm, waist of jacket, length, waist of trouser, inside and outside leg measurements. I once saw a pair of trousers where the guy measuring had got the difference between them wrong and the tailors at Goole had made a pair of trousers with a two inch zip. It was hilarious when the poor customer came out of the fitting room still trying to pull them up. Anyway when doing made to measure if possible we always liked to have two people, one to measure and one to fill out the form. Now to ensure the fit of the jacket you slip a jacket model onto the customer and look for abnormalities. A sloping left shoulder would be a left S. Square shoulders would be a Z and Gladstone Small would be a ZZ in other words no neck at all.

As with all generalisations this next one has lots of exceptions but in the main your average made to measure customer was a certain type. He could buy off the shelf but chose not to. This meant that you had a problem as a lot of the time you were fitting the mind and not the body. Now this type of customer you could see would preen himself whilst being measured. He would be taking note mentally of all the measures so he could recount the story at some later date probably during a dinner party with friends. This was too good an opportunity to miss so we started making up our own. Many the happy day measuring matey and shouting “chest 42, LFC fitting”. Matey standing there and thinking wow a 42” LFC. Of course he didn’t realise that LFC stood for “like an effin camel”. Or my favourite the inside leg call out of 27” SAT which of course stood for short arsed twat....hope that one gets passed the mods.
I recently became a matey when I had a couple of suits made to measure because I just couldn’t find anything to buy off the peg due to my abundance of girth. It was this and other triggers that made decide to go on the weight loss programme.

And so to this week on the programme. After the result of last week everybody has been incredibly supportive. Strangely though this week was tougher. I think the soups do not fill me up as much as the shakes and on days where I had two soups I was hungry at around 4pm......not good. Also the smell of freshly made toast under a grill on my birthday made me particularly weak. Nothing for it but to go for a walk. So that’s what I did. I had a nice gentle stroll round the village just saying good morning to people I didn’t know.

If I walk too fast I sweat profusely and if I do back to back boxing on the Wii I become, due to my all out attacking inclination, light headed. I have had no problem with drinking four litres of water a day now and strangely I have not missed all the things that I used to use as some sort of emotional crutch. This understanding of why I ate the food I did, at what time and the speed I ate it I think are going to be pretty crucial to my long term success going forward.

So off to fat club again. I was feeling fairly buoyant and needed music to reflect my mood. On goes Les Miserables at an exceptional volume. I have no idea why I love this musical but I do. In we go and onto the scales I get..........yes ladies and gentlemen this week I have lost another eight pounds. That is a stone and a half and I feel good........I feel so good that I decided to write this on Thursday night.....tune in next week for Phil takes on the shoplifters of Stratford, why I believe in God and a bit on weight loss.

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AYYYYYYYARRRR Phil!!!! You Da Man.

Can't wait for next week's installment.

[bobby1]

So here we are in week two and unbelievably I am still weeing for Britain or should I say Wiiing for Britain. Yes it was birthday time again and as always the familiar question of “what do you want for your birthday?” rears its ugly head. I mean this one is so hard. Normally I really do not care. It is so much easier to buy for people. To give than receive. This year though I had an ace up my sleeve.

The Wii. A console where you have to get up off your backside to play just has to be the gift for this birthday. So it came to pass. What fun we had. Family tennis tournaments were the favourite. Now I am getting my Wii fit next week, bought for me by my sisters and being brought to the UK  by a German colleague and I promise to give you a full oobe (out of the box experience) next week. I also asked for clothes vouchers because the way things are going I can see a time in the future when I am going to need them.

Now strangely the subject of acronyms and clothes brings me back to my early career with Burton menswear. In 1983 Burton still did quite a lot of made to measure business and all management and senior staff had to be trained in how to measure. This was not impossible as most of the time it was based around a few key measurements. Chest of course, arm, waist of jacket, length, waist of trouser, inside and outside leg measurements. I once saw a pair of trousers where the guy measuring had got the difference between them wrong and the tailors at Goole had made a pair of trousers with a two inch zip. It was hilarious when the poor customer came out of the fitting room still trying to pull them up. Anyway when doing made to measure if possible we always liked to have two people, one to measure and one to fill out the form. Now to ensure the fit of the jacket you slip a jacket model onto the customer and look for abnormalities. A sloping left shoulder would be a left S. Square shoulders would be a Z and Gladstone Small would be a ZZ in other words no neck at all.

As with all generalisations this next one has lots of exceptions but in the main your average made to measure customer was a certain type. He could buy off the shelf but chose not to. This meant that you had a problem as a lot of the time you were fitting the mind and not the body. Now this type of customer you could see would preen himself whilst being measured. He would be taking note mentally of all the measures so he could recount the story at some later date probably during a dinner party with friends. This was too good an opportunity to miss so we started making up our own. Many the happy day measuring matey and shouting “chest 42, LFC fitting”. Matey standing there and thinking wow a 42” LFC. Of course he didn’t realise that LFC stood for “like an effin camel”. Or my favourite the inside leg call out of 27” SAT which of course stood for short arsed twat....hope that one gets passed the mods.
I recently became a matey when I had a couple of suits made to measure because I just couldn’t find anything to buy off the peg due to my abundance of girth. It was this and other triggers that made decide to go on the weight loss programme.

And so to this week on the programme. After the result of last week everybody has been incredibly supportive. Strangely though this week was tougher. I think the soups do not fill me up as much as the shakes and on days where I had two soups I was hungry at around 4pm......not good. Also the smell of freshly made toast under a grill on my birthday made me particularly weak. Nothing for it but to go for a walk. So that’s what I did. I had a nice gentle stroll round the village just saying good morning to people I didn’t know.

If I walk too fast I sweat profusely and if I do back to back boxing on the Wii I become, due to my all out attacking inclination, light headed. I have had no problem with drinking four litres of water a day now and strangely I have not missed all the things that I used to use as some sort of emotional crutch. This understanding of why I ate the food I did, at what time and the speed I ate it I think are going to be pretty crucial to my long term success going forward.

So off to fat club again. I was feeling fairly buoyant and needed music to reflect my mood. On goes Les Miserables at an exceptional volume. I have no idea why I love this musical but I do. In we go and onto the scales I get..........yes ladies and gentlemen this week I have lost another eight pounds. That is a stone and a half and I feel good........I feel so good that I decided to write this on Thursday night.....tune in next week for Phil takes on the shoplifters of Stratford, why I believe in God and a bit on weight loss.

well done mate

[Laxie]

Absolutely delighted for you!!!  As the weeks go on, you won't lose as much as fast, but that's because you have less to lose...so don't get frustrated by the numbers.  Keep it up and we won't know you next time we meet.  Well done!  xx

[Dewi_cool]

 

[Snatiramas]

Absolutely delighted for you!!!  As the weeks go on, you won't lose as much as fast, but that's because you have less to lose...so don't get frustrated by the numbers.  Keep it up and we won't know you next time we meet.  Well done!  xx

Of course you are right and I know this to be true. The time I have taken over the past week analysing why and what I ate has changed my motivation. Of course the title of this thread was always tongue in cheek but never more so than right now. The motivation has to come from within. The other thing is I feel the train has finally left the station. Now it is easy to fall off the moving train but almost impossible to get back on.
Planning is the key. What will I do when the food comes back on line. Right now it is easy relatively speaking. No choice you see. 4 packs a day come rain or shine. Strawberry or Vanilla. Mushroom soup or vegtable soup. During this phase known as abstinence I am not setting targets. Trying not to wish for food I can't have. What's the point?
The weight will drop as long as I do the right things over a period of time. Out for dinner tonight at friends so I should be able to guage my mindset from this.

Right now I feel like the man who hits his quads as matey fills the house.........you just know it is going to be good

[Tonji]

nice going Snatty 

[kinboshi]

Love the thread Phil, and particularly liked the reference to Gladstone Small who was part of a running joke between me and my elder brother.