Thursday, November 29, 2012

Diet - a dirty word...


Diet. It’s not great, even as a word. The first three letters are ‘die’ for a start, which is less than inspirational. And yet that is what I had to embark on if I was to shift any of the blubber in which I was languishing. My strategy to date had largely consisted of dressing in such a way as to minimise visual impact of my glutinous belly. Stripey shirts are good, black is good, jackets worn open can cover a multitude of sins. However, everyone has an epiphany. A moment which, when viewed with hindsight marks the end of an epoch of lethargy, gluttony and self-indulgence; and begins the challenging but necessary path to health and happiness. Mine was standing in the changing room of Marks and Spencer in Islington, jumping up and down while furiously trying to do up the button on some trousers which, in another incarnation, could comfortably have provided enough material to hold a medium sized wedding under. Change was mandatory.

So, I've lost 56lbs in 6 months. Here's what I did, and it's nothing drastic, and you may be interested. I said that after I'd lost four stone I'd blog a bit about it. Largely because I never thought I'd do it, but once you get the bit between your teeth...

One of the most difficult things, especially if you are impatient like I am, is knowing how to start and what to aim for. Luckily, I have had some experience in the past, so I had a reasonable grounding, but sometimes fortune loves a trier. At exactly the time I started, a guy began working in my office who I knew was a bit of a fitness/ health freak and his guidance has been invaluable. Now, I’m not claiming to be an expert, nor am I claiming to know everything, but what I have done is lost four stone in six months, so if I put down what I did, and why, then it might help someone. If nothing else, it is mildly cathartic for me.

I think the biggest thing is getting the right mindset. I believe that anyone who says they’re fat and happy is deluded. I also believe that if worrying about your weight in any way made you lose weight, then there would be no fat people. You may disagree, it’s a free country. I don’t know what did it for me, I just knew I had to do something, and it felt like the right time. You know how long it takes to make a decision? A heartbeat. And once you have made it, if you make it with conviction, the rest is fairly straightforward. Give yourself leverage – the more the better. Genuinely face up to health issues, happiness issue, negative self image – often people have inverse body dismorphia, and look in the mirror and don’t see themselves as fat. I’m not a blind believer, but work out your BMI. If you’re morbidly obese, or it’s over 30, you’re too fat. I’m still overweight, but not by much and I consider myself to be in a healthy zone. It’s a good indicator to begin with.

I don’t believe in faddy diets. I don’t think you need them. I don’t even really believe in diets, I think the best strategy is to change your lifestyle to one that is more healthy and the rest will follow. Put simply, eat less and do more. I started with the food side of things, and looked at what I was eating. The results were quite surprising. I’ve always thought I ate fairly healthily, just drank too much and didn’t do enough exercise. And I was partial to the odd Snickers, which had to stop. But I learnt some amazing things about food, which I’ll probably bang on about ad nauseam when I’m next bored.

So once I’d started eating healthily, it was about exercise. I don’t think there’s much to be gained from leaping put and trying to hammer it. You’re not Jessica Ennis. It’s unrealistic and unmotivational. But let me say that I went from doing the odd bit of cycling, to running, daily, before work. I never used to think I’d like running. And I knew damn well I didn’t like running in the mornings. I started by going a long way round when I was cycling home. Soon, I was doing 10-15 miles at a time. It took an hour, and was a great calorie burner. I love pootling round London anyway. You don’t have to be Bradley Wiggins, just cycling at 10-12 mph will burn you 500 calories in an hour. What you’re aiming for is a calorie defecit – you put in less than goes out. I cannot stress enough how useful My Fitness Pal has been in this. Put everything in it, and you’ll be amazed at the info you get back. Now I’m running 3.5-4.5 km a day at 7am, and I can’t imagine not doing it. It is great to start the day with an achievement, and a calorie defecit! I am going to drop it to ¾ times a week though, as I’m getting a few aches and pains, but whatever works for you. I think the most important thing is just to get active, worry about fine tuning it later.

Weigh yourself at the same time every week. I used to choose Friday mornings. Early is good- you won’t have eaten since last night, and you tend to weigh less in the mornings. And if you’re going to go on a cake/ booze/ couch potato mini marathon it’s more likely to happen at the weekend. Don’t weigh yourself every day, it’s bollocks. I now wish I’d taken photos of myself when I started as it’d have been easier to see the difference later on. Manage your expectations properly. I said to myself that I would see where I was at Christmas. Try and aim for 2lbs a week, but it’ll fluctuate. It can be de-motivating when you don’t lose, but I was told to remember my body was changing. It adapts to your efforts to reduce its mass, and also you will (hopefully) be building muscle through exercise which weighs more. Use measurements too – neck, hips, waist. Again, every two weeks is sufficient.

And that’s it really. But what I found is that there are a million ‘diets’ and a thousand strategies to achieve weight loss, but I think there is a huge shortage of advice on the most important aspect- if your head isn’t in the right place, you won’t get anywhere. I’ve got about 8 lbs to go before I’m where I want to be, and it is proving tricky to shift. But hey, slow progress is still progress.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Reality behind Riots...

A week ago, a still and peaceful Tuscany night is shattered by the shrill ringing of a telephone. A bleary eyed David Cameron is rudely awoken and answers. It's an iPhone4. The ring tone is 'David Watts' by The Kinks.

'Hello?'
'Dave- Rupert here. How's the holiday going?'
'Hallo mate. Well, not too bad, until some bugger woke me up at 3am!'

They share a matey chuckle.

'Sorry for being such a gullah mate, but things have got pretty sticky and I need to have a bit of a chat'
'Yeah- sorry about all that hacking stuff- in a bit of a tight spot old bean. Electorate and all that. Couldn't really turn a blind eye. Becky ok?'
'No dramas, she'll just pop off for a few months for a bit of a holiday. Just as well to be honest, its the soonest I could get her on Oprah to launch her over the pond. Might have to sell that place in Chipping Norton, but I expect you know a good agent'
'Of course. I'll give old Binky Netherchops a call'
'Right- to business- listen, this hacking business won't go away, we need to sort it out. I need something massive to get my teeth into. What about a little war? There must be some banana republic somewhere you can lay claim to. Usually does the trick'
'Its not a bad shout Roop, but unfortunately what with the Arab Spring and all; we're a bit thin on the ground, army wise. Add to that the fact I've sacked half of them, it ain't happening.. Like your thinking though. What about something on home soil? You get to sell loads of papers, I get to look like a hero for sorting it out, everyone's a winner!'
'Interesting. Why don't we get some sort of civil unrest. You can arrange for some minor incident to go wrong, I dunno, get some young guy from a shady area shot or something. It'll all kick off massively. They'll never suspect you had anything to do with it. You're the PM for starters, and you're on holiday.'
'It might just work you know. I can come back, unite society against the hoodlums, law and order and all that, and you can cover the lot. They'll have forgotten all about the News of the Screws in no time!'
'Nice one Dave. Make the call'
'No probs. See you when I'm back?'
'No mate, I'm not coming back for ages, too much aggro. Feel free to use the jet and the villa though.'

Friday, June 10, 2011

Only Forward...

I've not just broken up or gone through anything particularly traumatic, but no-one does it like Michael Marshall Smith (Only Forward):-


"How many times have you tried to talk to someone about something that matters to you, tried to get them to see it the way you do? And how many of those times have ended with you feeling bitter, resenting them for making you feel like your pain doesn't have any substance after all?

Like when you've split up with someone, and you try to communicate the way you feel, because you need to say the words, need to feel that somebody understands just how pissed off and frightened you feel. The problem is, they never do. "Plenty more fish in the sea," they'll say, or "You're better off without them," or "Do you want some of these potato chips?" They never really understand, because they haven't been there, every day, every hour. They don't know the way things have been, the way that it's made you, the way it has structured your world. They'll never realise that someone who makes you feel bad may be the person you need most in the world. They don't understand the history, the background, don't know the pillars of memory that hold you up. Ultimately, they don't know you well enough, and they never can. Everyone's alone in their world, because everybody's life is different. You can send people letters, and show them photos, but they can never come to visit where you live.

Unless you love them. And then they can burn it down."
— Michael Marshall Smith (Only Forward)
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Saturday, May 21, 2011

When I am King

I realise that in order for me to ascend to the throne, it would require some kind of post apocalyptic nemesis of such gargantuan proportions that the straggling survivors would want to quicken the end of days by electing me as their supreme representative. That said, who knows what lies round the corner, so here goes. I shall add to this periodically.

1. PEOPLE WHO SIT IN THE MIDDLE LANE OF MOTORWAYS. If the motorway is clear, you drive in the left hand lane. If you need to overtake, you use the lane in the middle. If you need to overtake yet more, the outside one. When I am King, if you are caught sitting in the middle lane, you can be as much of a coffin dodger as you like, you won't get away with it. Nothing Draconian as I have heard on other sites (shooting in the face, anything to do with car batteries). Quite simply, you would have your licence taken away for a fortnight. No excuses, that's it. I think this would be sufficient to ensure they did not do it again.

2. PEOPLE WHO CAN'T PARK. I am probably more sensitive to this than others. living and working in central London. I don't drive very often, preferring to cycle as you probably know. However, I often do for work. There are many parking bays which fit three cars. For some reason, often people park in such a way that no other cars would get in. This infringement would get you a parking ticket. But there would be no reduction in paid early. There is no time limit on selfishness. As you can see, I would be a fair and largely benevolent ruler.

3. THE USE OF PUBLIC TOILETS. If you would piss on the seat of your own toilet, that makes you n animal. Please don't do it in public. It's fucking disgusting. If you can't co-ordinate basic motor skills to lift the loo seat, wipe it after. Bringing me on to my next one - HOW CAN YOU NOT WASH YOUR HANDS AFTER USING A PUBLIC TOILET!

It is pure co-incidence that the first two items are motoring related. We shall see how this develops.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Branson - you should be ashamed of yourself

Virgin Media's turn. This is the exchange when I moved into a new flat in Winchester, while I'm on the general topic of extolling the totally apathetic incompetence of telecoms providers:

Me: 'Hi, can you install interbobs and your fibre optic tellymagic thing please?'
Virgin Media (VM): 'No problem. Next available date is a month'
Me: *sigh* 'Ok then. But make sure they come as I'll have to take a day off work'

~~~one month later with no interbobs or satellite telly~~~

Me: 'HI, your engineer's not here, it's midday, he's supposed to come in the morning?'
VM: 'Oh no, we cancelled that 3 weeks ago as you can't get fibre optic in that part of Winchester.'
Me: 'Did you call me, the fucking customer, and tell me?'
VM: 'Not my department. Sozzlepops'

Monday, May 16, 2011

O2 - A staggering example of the worst possible customer service imaginable.

I'm generally a pretty honest bloke. I believe that karma can re-visit you, and why take the chance. So, rather than go to a moody fella down the Tottenham Court Road to get my iPhone 4 unlocked so I could use it abroad, I contacted my network provider. 'Well, Mr MacDonald, you've been on quite a high tariff now with us for some time, and there's never been a problem with your payment history, so that's fine.' I dutifully filled out the 'unlock my iPhone' form on their website, and then waited the aforementioned two weeks before receiving a text saying 'Your iPhone is now unlocked' Note, dear reader, that this is all the text said, nothing else.

I was away on holiday on my own for the first time, and one of the things I was looking forward to was blogging, and twittering, and facebooking etc. Luckily, Thailand is well served with WiFi hotspots.

The saddest thing about this whole debacle is that when I stepped bleary eyed off my plane in BAngkok and went to the AIS shop in the terminal, I was not the least bit surprised when they put in a Thai SIM and it didn't work. 'It's not unlocked' the Thai lady said, in her customary pleasant tone. I showed her the text from, O2 saying it had been, but as you can imagine, I might as well have been showing her the instructions to assemble a particularly challenging set of shelving from IKEA. The lady advised me to take it to the MBK centre in Bangkok where they'd sort it out.

I went there. This is using a day of my holiday, by the way O2. Shall I send you an invoice?

They sorted it out by putting in a gevey chip thing. www.gevey.com if you're interested, but I presume it's some kind of hack chip. It cost me about £35. Can I have that back, O2? Thought not.

I then entered into negotiations with O2 via twitter - this is when it really pissed me off. Precis to follow:

O2: Did you unlock?
Me: Yes
O2: Did you then sync?
Me: Yes [Although, where in your instructions does it tell you to do that? Nowhere, that's where]
O2: Have you synced it with a non O2 SIM before coming away?
Me: No. Where on earth do I get a non O2 micro SIM from, and why do I need to? You told me it was unlocked?
O2: You'll need to find a non O2 SIM and sync it with iTunes for it to work.







Let me insert a brief hiatus here, and also apologise for the swearing.

I'M ON TOP OF A FUCKING MOUNTAIN IN SOUTH EAST ASIA!!!!! WHERE THE FUCK DO I FIND A PC WITH ITUNES ALONG WITH A NICE MAN WHO WILL SUPPLY ME WITH A NICE SIM CARD AND TEST IT OUT.

I then received the following:-


Suffice it to say, I DM'd the number and got no response. None at all. And I told them that quite frankly, no I was not prepared to waste yet more of my holiday pissing about with a phone that should have taken me all of 5 minutes to sort out having followed all their instructions. No apology. Nothing. Throughout the exchange I was polite, and courteous. I understand O2 don't want people unlocking their phones for obvious reasons. But I bet they prefer even less their customers blogging like this, to over 1000 of their followers, then leaving to go to Orange as soon as they possibly can.

I think the saddest thing is that I'm just resigned to it. It's pathetic. Next time, I know for a fact there is a lovely chap on Tottenham Court Road who'll do the whole thing for me for a tenner. It'll probably invalidate my warranty, but the same fella will swop my smashed screen for £40, and their native insurance at £15 a month is a sum I am astonished they have the audactiy to charge. I get more comprehensive cover, including water damage, for £6 a month on my home insurance.

I cannot believe that there is no-one at this company that can see why this is unacceptable. Honestly, I have not been biased here- this is exactly how it happened. Are any of you really surprised either. They are all the same. I could tell you a story about Virgin installing home broadband when I moved to Winchester that I could only possibly file under fantasy fiction. Sky and BT? Don't make me laugh.

In the past, I have lauded O2 when they sorted their 3G network out. Often, when I speak to them they are very pleasant. Someone, find me the nefarious doom-monger who is orchestrating their appalling service performance.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Thailand Day One

I didn't have much access to proper computermabobs, so I'll do this a bit at a time as I have free moments. I'll start quite simply by the first few things I learnt on my first day in Thailand


Some things I have learnt in 6 hours in Thailand. 

1) A smile will get you 86% of the way anywhere.
2) The fourth floor of the MBK could turn even a root vegetable into a fully functioning smartphone.
3) We have much to learn from this poor, second world country about basic courtesy and manners. To each other as well as customer service environments
4) See above also for fast food
5) If carnal fulfillment is your bag, this is the place for you. Laminated illustrated price lists even in the taxis
6) I know you all said, but OMG IT'S HOT. In a muggy, fuggy, you feel like you're wrapped in a duvet next to a log fire kind of way. 

And that is in the evening. 

I shall expand and add to the above in blog form when I have time