SomeGuyFromScotland

I approve of the Liquid Salad.

Is that a euphemism?

Took the plunge, holiday is booked. Turkey, June 2018!!! Now to get that bikini bod...

That's just my cup of tea, Ensi!

I'll use this thread as a faux challenge until the next one goes up, that'll give me a couple of weeks to get up to speed a little and formulate some goals. Here are some random thoughts about where I am right now. Weight - I've made it a conscious decision that I'm only going to step on the scales on the 1st of each month, or thereabouts. The initial weigh-in I did was on the electronic scales at the gym, so I'll stick with that too. Food and Drink - As I said earlier, tomorrow will be four weeks with no cakes, chocolate or fizzy drinks of any kind. If at all possible, I'm going to try to keep that going to Christmas. More than anything else, I'm going to take it a day at a time, though. On the plus side, I had an AMAZING home-made vegetable curry tonight, and I've rediscovered my taste for prunes. I may have to sleep with the bedroom window open tonight. Working out - the goal is 3-4 times a week for now, just building it up gradually. The current workout is as follows: Cross Trainer: I'm incrementally building it up by going up 1 level and 1 minute each session. Tonight was 8 minutes at level 8, next session will be 9 at 9. I'll keep doing this until I hit a level where I struggle to finish it. Once I get there, I'll stop and tack a 1x1 onto the end of the workout and keep building. The end goal will probably be 20x20 twice in one workout, to start and finish. Treadmill: Speed 6 (which I'm assuming is 6km/hr) for as long as I can, for now. Tonight, I did 13 minutes. Rowing: Only when time permits for now, do 1000 metres. I'm currently just over 5 minutes. I'm going to aim to get closer to 4 minutes, just to see if I can. Physio: Make sure I finish off with the exercises the physio has given me for my neck and shoulder. My next appointment is next Thursday afternoon. Something I've noticed over the years. I work out better (and generally do better with motivation to diet, etc.) when I'm angry or fighting against something. I think my biggest mistake has been trying to over-positive myself into being something I'm not. If I can channel any anger and negativity I have into the workouts, maybe that's the key for me. Things in the works - besides the fact I want to get my ass back into reasonable shape by at least Christmas, I've got a couple of events in the calendar as motivation. At the end of January, I'm taking SWFS to see Miss Saigon for her birthday. It would be nice if I could get back into my suit by then. If not, I would at least like to not look like a complete schlub. Two weeks after that, I'll be going to hear Henry Rollins, one of my absolute heroes, speak in Glasgow. If it's at all possible, I'd like to get a chance to shake his hand and tell him what an inspiration he's been to me for the best part of 30 years. Finally, we've made it our mission to go on a family holiday next year. We haven't been abroad since 2012, and next June will be our 20th wedding anniversary. So, over the next few days, we're looking at taking the plunge and just booking, probably for Turkey. It's good to be back, guys. I missed you all.

I'm rising as we speak, Terah.

Best rec'nise, baby doll!

Shall we? *clinks champagne flutes*

Well, helloooooo.

Reboot!

Sometimes, a network gets it completely wrong and cancels an incredible show because ratings are beginning to falter. As time passes, interest slowly renews in the darkest recesses of the internet, growing into a clamour, and eventually Netflix cobbles together a reboot. In the grand tradition of these shoddy and shameless rehashings... The Arrested Development of SomeGuyFromScotland A select few of you may remember me. I came, I did some challenges, I dropped some weight, and then life started life-ing me and I disappeared. In early 2015, I weighed 255 lbs. I joined a gym, started eating better, found NF, and in around 18 months, I'd just about scraped under 200 lbs, got myself a nice suit, and life was going... better. But interest started to flag, and a combination of work-related stress, family dramas, injuries, illness and dark depression took hold, and I went under the ice for a while. It started with some niggling aches and pains, which, after an extended period of doctor and hospital visits, were diagnosed as calcific tendonitis in the rotator cuff, and bone spurs in the neck. As I attempted to get those under control, my wife lost her mother as my own's dementia gradually progressed. She suffered a series of falls and spent a large chunk of the early part of this year in and out of hospital for weeks at a time. We're getting some support with her care now, which is helping greatly, but the dementia is only going to worsen as time passes. With all of this in the background, I completely neglected my own well-being, quit exercising, ate like crap, didn't look after myself mentally, and spiraled into a dark place. I could feel my health worsening as my weight increased, to the point where everything was becoming uncomfortable, and I felt constantly sick, tired, and sore. A month ago, I made the decision to rejoin the gym and go completely cold turkey from my arch nemeses, chocolate, cakes and fizzy/energy drinks. On my first visit back to the gym on August 1st, I weighed myself. 257 lbs. Back to square one, literally. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $100. So tomorrow will be four weeks clean. I'm treating this like the addiction it is. One day at a time, one decision at a time. This is my life now. Still, though, one thing was missing. And I've known all along what it was. My support system here at NF. Let the reboot begin.

Slowly getting caught up...

Ennnnssssssiiiiiiiiiiii! I tried following this last night, but my phone wouldn't let me comment, for some reason. I like to think it was protecting your innocence.

As indeed have all y'alls. I'll be knocking up (shut up, Def) a Respawn post tomorrow with a full catchup from Scotty world, the good, the bad, and the chubby.

Appreciate that, sir. I've heard you're not the only one whose mind I was on...

Or as I call that, "shagging." The extra energy is expended in the running away and fighting me off...

The Lord willing, yes.

*returns your panties* Wait, that came out wrong...

Mah brotha from anutha mutha.

*leaves his scent on this thread*

No burpees for now, but smut I gots. I'm so backed up, when I open the pipes it's 'boutta look like Alaska up in here.

*staggers in naked, bleeding and covered in melted chocolate and donut crumbs*

Have a fully appropriate hug, friend.

I'll just leave this here...

Leonard Cohen now? Seriously, 2016?