If I’d known losing weight was this easy, I’d have done it sooner.

So I took my measurements yesterday morning for this first time in over 7 months.

On Jan 6th this year I took these measurements:

Weight: 75kg

Waist: 36 inches

Chest: 41 inches

On 11th Aug this year I took these measurements:

Weight: 66kg

Waist: 32 inches

Chest: 39.5 inches

Holy. Shit.

9kg scale weight lost and 4 inches around my waist. I really wasn’t expecting that much of a drop, I’d sneakly hoped I’d have shrunk my waist that much, but wasn’t really expecting it.

I only have proper fitness stats going back to 2011 and then my waist was 33 inches and my scale weight was 64kg, my chest was a measly 37 inches lol.

So working my nuts off for 12 hrs a day 5-6 days a week and not eating regularly is the way for me to lose body fat.

Bosh.

It’s funny really because I’ve never been a fan of food as such, but I do like to eat. I’ve never conciously not eaten because I wanted to lost body fat, but one thing I have noticed whilst working so hard delivery driving, is that my hunger disappears the harder I work.

I remember only a few weeks ago, I had my normal coffee upon waking and then my breakfast raw milk shake, with a banana and a scoop of whey protein in and that was it until I got back home at 7pm.

I realised that I was so busy delivering parcels that day, like stupidly busy that I didn’t think about eating because I hadn’t got hungry. Normally at some point hunger of some level kicks in during the day and I grab my lunch and eat it.

But that day I distinctly remember not feeling hungry and just drinking a few bottles of water.

Funnily enough when I got home and realised I hadn’t eaten my lunch I started to get hungry and then whilst cooking my dinner I felt proper starving and ate some of my lunch after my dinner lol.

Over the last 7 months I haven’t deliberately not eaten so that I lost body fat, my hunger levels just seemed to have dropped since being so busy delivery driving.

I’ve obviously known that this would happen as the weeks went by, but thought to myself it wouldn’t be this drastic.

Alas, here I am, having lost all the body fat I wanted to at the beginning of the year, and then some.

I don’t doubt that some of my lack of hunger has been due to stress as the job is pretty stressful at times, but I feel that I’ve got used to the stress levels now and don’t feel that it’s getting me down like it did at the beginning. Perhaps my brain and body have both become stronger from it and I’m now confident that I can deal with everything the job throws at me and consequently get less stressed from it.

As I mentioned in my last post, I did some deadlifting this week and really enjoyed it, so next week my aim is to do 2 or 3 lifting sessions of some kind and gradually build up to 3 or 4 every week again.

I don’t intend on shoving food down my neck for the sake of it, I’ll just increase my food intake as and when I get hungry.

I don’t actually like eating that much during the day whilst being so busy delivering parcels and prefer to have bigger dinners in the evenings.

I really like the full stomach feeling last thing at night. Although not really last thing at night as I can’t sleep on a full stomach, but within a few hours and I’m good.

I just need to make sure that if I eat more for dinner that it’s good food and not my normal dinners and then some junk thrown in for the extra calories. That’s how I got a 36 inch waist and I’m not having that again!

Anyway. It’s the weekend and what better way to celebrate losing so much body fat? Drink rum and play computer games.

Bang on!

Until next time…

WeeMike

Turning 40. Is it a defining moment?

So yesterday I finally turned 40.

Not that I’ve been waiting to turn 40. You know,  just sat at home in a chair watching the world go by and now I’m 40 I can finally be free to go out into the world.

But that’s what it had felt like with many peoples responses to me turning 40.

This past week everyone that knew I was turning 40 wanted to know what I was doing to celebrate, was I doing something extra special, because you know 40 is a big thing.

Is it?

I didn’t think it was. And still don’t, but others seem to think the opposite.

I get excited and happy about things. But celebrating my birth and the 40th anniversary of it. Not so much.

I get excited about the end of each year. What I’ve experienced, learnt etc. And I enjoy looking back on the year and then forward to the next.

But getting excited about the anniversary of my birth. Again, not so much.

Sure I enjoy receiving gifts. As anyone might.

Sure I enjoy eating special birthday foods. As anyone might.

And sure, I enjoy receiving attention from people. As anyone might.

But I don’t feel like it’s that much of a special day.

Especially reaching a certain age.

It feels the same as any other age.

Even reading about other people’s experiences of reaching 40. I still don’t feel any different about it.

Age is just a number.

Cliche I know.

But there is more to it.

For me, anyway.

I’ve never been a trend setter.

I’ve never been first to the party.

I’ve always let others go first.

But as I’ve gotten older. I’ve started to catch up.

Perhaps turning 40 will mean I will be a trend setter. Perhaps I will be first to the party.

Perhaps I will go first for once.

…..

Unlikely.

I’ve always done things differently to others.

I watch. I read. I listen. I learn.

I assimilate what makes others happy and I do my own thing, my own way that makes me happy.

Watching others. Reading about others. Listening to others. Learning from others.

I won’t lie, it has been lonely at times.

But that’s because I’ve wanted it to be.

I don’t do large crowds. I don’t do large circles of people I don’t really know.

I do small intimate circles of people who I allow into my world.

I allow them to share their world with me.

Some people don’t understand that, some people don’t accept that.

Others do and we share each other’s worlds.

It might only be a fleeting moment in each of our lifetimes.

It might be every day of our lifetimes.

It might start unexpectedly and end even more so.

It might start meaningfully and also end so.

Turning 40 has made me accept the interludes of loneliness.

Turning 40 has made me realise that the loneliness has allowed me to learn who I really am.

For a long time I was scared of the loneliness.

I allowed it to consume me for long periods of my life.

But without knowing it, I was still watching. Still reading. Still listening and as it turns out, still learning.

Perhaps I’m not so different after all.

Perhaps I’m talking shit.

Either way.

Turning 40 is just a number.

But it is a number that has allowed me to become who I am today.

Turning 40 isn’t defining. But my life until 40 has been defining.

I wonder what the next 40 will bring.

Until next time…

WeeMike

Bad habits creep up.

When I signed up for this new delivery driving job, I said to myself that I’d be happy doing 10-12 hr days, as long as it meant I was earning good money.

Whilst I was learning the job during the first month and then getting used to it the 2nd month I wasn’t worried about my earnings. Now that the 3rd month is over and despite earning some very good money, I’m unsure as to whether I want to continue in the role.

Which is weird because I’m now earning the highest wage I have ever earned in my life. I’m nearing my 40th birthday in a few weeks and these earnings aren’t to be sniffed at. A lot of other people would love to be on what I’m on. Especially other delivery drivers.

I know that this level of earnings is helping pay off my debt quicker than I ever have before. And that within a few years I will be debt free for one of the very few times since I turned 18 and applied for my first credit card.

I know that I’ve got myself into a debt situation that I need to knuckle down and get rid of asap, so that I can have a lifestyle not dictated by what day job I have.

I’ve gotten to know my delivery route pretty well now. I feel confident that I can solve any issues that crop up whilst delivering parcels. And that the more I continue, the easier the job will get and the money will seem even better still.

And yet I still question whether I really want to be in this job.

Ever since I started working on the land 13+ years ago, I realised pretty quickly that it was my calling. That regardless of what it was I was doing, no matter the weather or who I was working with. I loved working outside and on the land.

Ten years came and went and I loved every minute of it.

But then I changed jobs and it took me a while to come to terms with having got myself into a level of debt that meant I could no longer afford to work on the land.

But come to terms with it I did.

Now that the warmer weather is here, I miss it again.

I miss working up a good sweat digging holes and planting things. I miss the aching muscles at the end of every day. I miss the satisfaction of looking at a days work out in the fields.

For sure I enjoy driving around all day in my new job. It makes me feel like I’m doing something different every day, even though it’s the same route day in day out.

I enjoy being in the sunshine all day and the fact that my route is pretty rural and I get to deliver to various farms and farm houses.

But every time I do, I just look at the fields with envy. Wishing I could be out there working on them.

I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to see out this year in this current job. And at least make a very big dent in the size of my debt.

I don’t see myself in this role after this year though. It’s just too all consuming. Two 6 day weeks a month and every day being a 10-12hr day is just too much.

Regardless of what amount of debt I have, I’m pretty sure I’m going to find something else after the year is up.

These last few weeks has been the hardest for some reason, despite me feeling more confident in the role than I ever have.

I’ve allowed myself to become lazy and started making regular excuses to myself as to why I can’t exercise more than once a week or eat healthy the majority of the time.

My diet has gotten pretty bad. Especially the last month or so. I’ve never drunk more coca-cola than in the last month. I’ve never eaten more crisps or chocolate bars than in the last month.

Normally I allow myself the odd chocolate bar, crisps or something junk foody during the week but save up a little binge for the weekend. It’s worked for me for 15+ years but for some reason I’ve stopped it since starting my new job.

It’s come to a head this weekend. Me being ill has helped, so it’s been a perfect time for self pity and wallowing. I’ve consumed about a weeks worth of junk food in 2 days pmsl.

Hey ho, I’m man enough to admit when things aren’t going well and these last few weeks have been pretty bad for me.

At least I’m aware of it. Have now faced it and it’s now time to move on.

It’s time to embrace the long days. Make sure I plan things. I need to do one thing every day weight lifting wise. Get back to eating healthy 80%+ of the time and stop drinking so much coca-cola and start drinking more water again.

Easy really.

Until next time…

WeeMike

 

A month goes by, all work no play. No weightlifting either! :(

Blimey, this last month has whizzed by. It’s been great earning a lot more money in my new job, but man it’s been tiring.

I worked 12 days straight during this month and it really whacked me, seeing as though most of the days were 12hr days too.

But now that I’m out the other side as it were, I can look back at a great month for money earning and for learning. I’ve learnt so much about my new job during this last month that I’m really starting to get to grips with it.

I thought that delivery driving was pretty easy, but when there are numerous finding address issues, oversized and overweight parcels, traffic issues, parking issues, customers not being in when they say, customers saying they haven’t received parcels when they have, on top of all the internal procedures I have to follow due to the high value of some of the parcels I deliver and it all adds up to a hell of a lot to learn.

So much more than I thought there would be that’s for sure.

But to make it all that little bit easier, I know that I’m earning nearly 100% more than I was in my previous job. Which is what I’ve been telling myself every day for the last month.

I don’t know for real yet what my actual month to month wage will be because I’ve been on a training wage for this last month, which means my wages have been topped up by the company.

This is one of the reasons why I joined this particular delivery company. Simply because no other delivery company offered this, nor the potential wage earnings either.

I can see that as long as I do my job, I will be able to earn what I’ve been told. But it might mean doing 12hr days five days a week one week, then six days the next week.

If that’s the case then in a few months time, I’ll be re-evaluating whether I want to stay here, as I know that elsewhere I can work much fewer hours for only a little less pay being a HGV driver.

I’ve decided to give this job a good three full months, or until my 40th birthday in July. And then I’ll make a definite decision after that.

I don’t mind doing 10hr days fives days a week, but when it creeps up to 12hrs every day, it starts getting a bit too much, even with the added income.

We’ll see how it goes.

Aside from work, I’ve not had the time nor energy to do much else. Until this weekend that is.

This weekend has been amazing in that I’ve had 3 days off for the first time in months, and have finally been able to get into the garden and do some tinkering with stuff, which has been good.

I’ve played video games, watched plenty of football and generally just lazed around the house and I’m feeling pretty refreshed for all this lazing around, which is great!

One thing I’m not really happy with since starting my new job is not doing any weight lifting what so ever.

Lifting 100-200 parcels of varying weights from 1kg to 35kg every single day really does tire you out more than you think.

Most evenings for the last month, I’ve got home feeling drained and physically exhausted.

I did a tiny amount of exercise for a few days over the first few weeks, but since then I’ve been so whacked physically every evening, I’ve just not felt like lifting anything other than my fork to shove food in my mouth!

One bonus of being so active in my new job is that my belly fat from Christmas has well and truly gone now, which reminds me, I need to take some measurements tomorrow morning.

Due to the lack of weight lifting, my lovely muscles have shrunk too, most noticeably in my back and chest.

Anyway, I’m not too worried, I know I can put the muscle back on soon enough, I just need to start lifting a little every other night and my body will soon adjust and I’ll be back working out properly a few times a week soon enough.

I do need to eat more food though to gain any muscle, as I think I’ve found the balance of what I’ve been eating to what I’ve been doing physically each day. But now that I want to start lifting weights again, I’ll need to add in some more food somewhere in the day.

I don’t feel hungry first thing in the mornings, so I’m still having my protein raw milkshakes, and then when I’m out driving, I take a small lunch with me as I don’t feel hungry whilst out delivering either.

So I need to come home, do some form of weight lifting and then shove a load of food in my face as I definitely feel hungry in the evenings. Well, as long as I’m home before 8 pm that is.

I start at 7 am and have been getting home mostly around 6-7pm. But some nights I get home gone 8 pm and just don’t feel hungry at all. I look back on the day and think to myself, I’ve literally had fuck all to eat, how am I not hungry?

Then I look in the mirror and at my physique and understand why. My body has been feeding on the excess body fat I’ve had, as well as the muscle.

So I need to sort out the weight lifting and the eating now that I’ve gotten used to the job physically.

Oh man. There was me thinking I’d gotten through the tiring days. The next month is going to be a right bitch.

Oh well, suck it butter cup!

Until next time…

WeeMike

New job, new beginnings and all that.

Not posted a diary entry for a whole month. Not felt the desire to write anything down, it’s been a productive month though, I’ve finally got a new job, whoop!

Ironically it’s not a HGV driving job, but it is a local delivery driving job, Well, I say local. The company is local, but the delivering isn’t, but that’s fine. As long as I can get to work within 10 minutes then I’m well happy.

I actually applied for the driving role before I got my HGV license, but then forgot about it as I was informed that they weren’t recruiting any more drivers at the moment.

Then out of the blue in the middle of Feb I received a phone call asking if I wanted to come in for a chat and then within two weeks I was accepted for the role and I’ve just finished two weeks of my five weeks of training.

I won’t name the company I’m working for, but anyone who has been or is a delivery driver in the UK will probably know who it is, or will realise who it is most likely in future posts.

I’m still training. And whilst I’m training it’s difficult to fully evaluate the role as my wage is subsidised by the company. But from what other drivers who get on with the job have told me, it is a very good wage, you just have to be a hard worker and get on with it.

I’ve just completed two weeks of classroom training, learning about the company, it’s procedures and it’s future aims etc. Plus I had a few days out with a driver to watch how it’s all done, then I had 3 days out delivering some parcels myself.

It’s been a steep learning curve, but a good one and now I’m eager to get going on my own route so I can get to know the area’s and then quicken up my delivery times so I can deliver more and hopefully get paid more!

I’ve read some negative comments about the company online and from what I’ve experienced so far, a lot of it is from ex-drivers who don’t want to put the effort into the role.

Sure it’s hard work, but any delivery driving role will normally be a 10-12hr day, five days a week, sometimes a sixth or seventh day too, but the difference with this one is that you get paid very well for it.

They don’t expect the drivers to work seven days, but they do expect you to do some six day weeks, which is fine by me. I want a job that I can earn enough to pay off my debt. Once that’s done I’ll go from there.

Until that time, I want the work and I’m happy to work six 10-12hr days a week for it.

At the end of the day, there are a lot of people who work longer hours and for less pay than I should be getting. I say should, because I don’t know I can definitely earn what I want yet, I might be shit at my job and have to find another one pmsl.

Enough of that, lets see how my first week out on my own route goes next week!

The last month has been great sleep and health wise. It’s amazing how great I feel energy wise and mentally too.

Getting regular 6+ hrs of sleep, during the night, in one stint has enabled me to start feeling healthy again. I’ve been eating proper meals, not snacking on crap and overall I can feel my body and mind thanking me for it every day now.

I’ve not got back into a regular fitness routine yet, but I’ve made sure to keep pretty active and do something bodyweight wise every day.

Yesterday was the first time this year that I’ve touched a weight. And I just did a simple lightweight ten rep set of 50kg squats, along with some chin ups and some push ups and I felt great doing it.

I’m going to gradually increase what I do weight wise whilst I’m learning my new delivery route over the next 3 weeks and by then I should be back to some decent weights and workouts and really start to feel like my old self again.

If only I’d changed jobs sooner!

Until next time…

WeeMike

Wednesday musings

I made the decision to wake up an hour after my partner this morning.

She got up at 6 am to go for a run on the treadmill. And I decided that even though I don’t have a job, I should start waking up at the time I probably will once I do.

Create a routine an all.

So I was awake at 7 am and up and ready for the day by 8 am. Which was the earliest for a few weeks.

I decided to hit some household choirs head on as I’d been putting the off for a week.

The main choir being cleaning the oven.

That took me most of the morning. We use it a lot as we like to cook proper foods and we rarely eat ready meals.

We both need to get into the habit of giving it a more regular wipe down.

Then I did the hoovering and felt some weird sense of accomplishment at the house having a clean floor.

Had some lunch and then arranged another job interview for tomorrow. This time with a local delivery company, so fingers crossed that turns out positive as I’d prefer to work locally.

Now I’m spending a few hours this afternoon reading. One thing I read that stuck out for me was this… 2 Mental Shifts.

I’ve always worked for the business I work at and not just for myself. From memory, I’ve always been one of the first people to take on more work when needed. To stay later/work extra days if needed or even help others with their tasks when not asked if I can see they’re running late or could just do with a hand.

Not because I enjoy being praised, but because I know that everything that everyone does or doesn’t do, effects the company. And ultimately as an employee it’s in my interest that everyone in the company and the actual company it self, does well.

Without a doubt looking at a lot of people that are unhappy in their job, one of the main reasons is that they don’t go that extra mile for the company or their fellow worker. They do it for praise and/or a promotion/raise.

I couldn’t care less about gaining promotions or praise. Sure I like to be told every now and again that I’ve done a good job. But I’m an adult, I know I’ve done a good job when the job has been completed as required and because I’ve done it.

If I’ve been asked to do a job, I’ll do it as best I can, as quick as time allows and I’ll go the extra mile if needed without being asked. Because I like to do a good job. Not because I want to please my bosses, I’ve generally worked in customer facing roles so the only people that need pleasing are customers.

From experience, I know this gives me browny points with bosses or puts me in their good books and sure I’ve used this in the past too and been able to get days off at short notice or more favourable jobs rather than a mundane task.

But that is never the reason I do a good job. I do a good job because I enjoy doing a good job and want a customer to have a good experience of the company they are dealing with. Why bother doing something if you’re not going to do it to the best of your abilities?

Huh. Wednesday musings turned into something else. That’s enough of that.

Time for some more activity me thinks, bodyweight only, 3 rounds of push ups, squats and chin ups is good enough right now.

Until next time…

WeeMike

When you want something bad enough, you’ll find a way.

It’s been a pretty good two weeks back at work after the Christmas holidays. I’ve stuck to my fitness goal of doing something every day and I’m feeling great for it. I’m not sure what’s changed mentally, but I’ve just been able to mentally overcome the obstacles that I couldn’t late last year.

Well, I say feeling great. Feeling as great as I can having to still get up at stupid o’clock. Which broke my record for early starts last week when I had to get up at 1:30 am.

It wouldn’t have been so bad had I not stayed up to watch the football till 10:30 pm that night! I did make up for it a little in the afternoon once I had finished work, by getting another 3hrs sleep, so it’s all good. Although I did have a banging headache all day and night, so maybe it wasn’t ‘all good’.

Hey ho, it’s nearly coming to an end. Although I haven’t got a job yet, I’m confident enough that something will come of all the applications I’ve been putting in, another 5 in the last few days and also the temp agencies I’ve come across have plenty of work it seems.

I just feel like I’m more eager to finish the night work than I am to find something else to move on to, which is stupid as I can’t afford to do nothing. But I’m happy enough that I can do most jobs that I’ve seen advertised by the temp agencies, so it should be all good.

I’ve spoken to a few people this week, or should I say they’ve spoken to me. And they’ve been more concerned than I have at me not having something lined up before I leave my current job.

I think for me, I know that I can find something quite quickly by going to the temp agencies, but also that I have plenty of experience of leaving it late in the past too. It’s how I used to change jobs years ago before I stayed at the farm job for 7-8 years, so I’m fine with it.

Anyway. Back to my fitness. I’ve stuck to my short bodyweight routines of 5 x chin ups, 10 x push ups and 15 x squats and done 2 rounds every other day and the days in between I’ve done a 20-minute brisk walk on the treadmill with my 18kg weights vest on.

It’s been nothing herculean but it’s been keeping me active and burning a few hundred calories so it helps my fat loss. Which has been going well I think? I feel like my stomach has shrunk a little, it already feels less jiggly lol. I’m not taking another measurement until the end of next week, but I do feel that I’ve lost some body fat.

But most importantly I’m finding myself getting home from work and despite feeling lethargic I’ve still gone and done something exercise wise, so I’m really happy about that.

I guess that right now I want to lose this excess body fat more than being lazy and eating rubbish food. Which funnily enough, even though I am eating more consistent, I haven’t really changed much, I’ve just made sure I’m more conscious of actually eating what I need to every day and making sure I log everything so that I can visually see I’m doing what needs to be done too.

Onwards and upwards as the saying goes.

Until next time…

WeeMike