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Week 9 - Measurements Day & Beer? Me?

  • Brendan Rawlings
  • Nov 18, 2015
  • 4 min read

Results

After the pizza last week how would my results fair? I thought as I stepped onto the scales. The scales read 97.1kg, that's a 15.1kg in just 8 weeks. Honestly I'm chuffed to bits. The tape measure reading was also positive and I have now lost 50cm in total, half a meter of body gone! The before and after pictures look great and an immense feeling of relief has hit me. There's always a smidgen of doubt in everyone I think and on those days that I'm knackered and the scales haven't moved I have questioned my training and food choices at times. Well, I'm glad to report that so far I have been spot on. 15kg's in 8 weeks is a result for anyone and proves that it can be done even with a dirty pizza on board.

This week training has continued to progress. I feel stronger and leaner than I have in a long time and the disgusting bloke staring back at me whilst I perform my shoulder press has disappeared, finally. I'm not quite able to join in with the idiot 24 year old lads comparing 6 packs yet but I'm well on track. There was a hairy late thirties arabic guy who looked like he'd just returned from France with his top off this week however. He clearly thought exposing his bare gorilla like chest, medallion and all was acceptable behaviour at 9am. He wasn't a crossfitter so god knows what his game was. He looked like a cross between Lovejoy and Ron Jeremy, enough to put you off your protein shake I dare say.

One thing I started to struggle with later in the week and for the first time during this whole experience was motivation. Not just motivation for getting to the gym or eating rabbit shit for 9 weeks, but motivation for all of it. The whole challenge. I kept it to myself at first and was racking my brain for reasons why. I'd done the hard bit, I'd lost 15kg in 8 weeks and completely changed the shape of my body so why would the motivation I'd gripped so tightly from the start disappear like the invisible cat that keeps shitting in my garden. I eventually spoke to my wife Sorrell who came up with the obvious answer...You're happy with the way you look and feel, you've done what you set out to do. And she was right.

Quite honestly I was horrified when first looking at my before pictures. It frightened me, this fat stranger looking back at me from the mirror was a frightening sight. This was a huge driver for me to get back to my former glory and coupled with the whole challenge itself was hugely motivating. Essentially I had proven to myself and my clients that in 8 weeks I had reclaimed all that I had lost with regard to self esteem and body shape. My mission had succeeded but I still had 4 weeks left. This was something that I hadn't prepared for...a victim of my own success, who would have thought it! ha ha!

Camping

So we've been camping this weekend and I have something to confess. But before I do I would like to set the scene. We started at 4am when the alarm sounded, yes a RIDICULOUS hour but a couple of the keeno's (not me) wanted to get to Fuljairah before anyone else alive ,so that we would get a good camping spot. So we met at the petrol station in the Springs at stupid O'Clock where we then waited 30 minutes for one of the Keeno's to arrive (late). We then set off at approximately 5:45 at which point the same Keeno realised that he had lost his phone and wallet...it was at the petrol station (insert bear holding head emoji). After what seemed like an hour later because of the change of shift at the garage and the subsequent confusion, we continued on our way....not to Fujairah because that would be too easy but to flipping Sharjah to pick up Ice for the weekend...a sterling idea from, you've guessed it...Keeno. After getting lost in Sharjah Keeno 2 was becoming increasingly tense as his dream of unspoilt, human free beaches were drifting further and further away. We FINALLY found the ice place where a large block of ice was purchased along side several bags of ice of the same brand available at the original garage...Jesus.Luckily this was the last of the hiccups, if you don't count getting stuck in the sand etc because that was fun. We drove through the desert and up a very rocky wadi and eventually pitched up by Snoopy Island in Fujairah. At this point and mainly because of the heat and lack of sleep/food the beach resembled an episode of Jeremy Kyle as the couples erected their tents whilst bickering like teenagers.

After the tents were up everyone, dry mouthed, retreated to the cool Arabian Gulf with several cans of Asahi (my favorite beer) Did I break and down one of these beers like a hamster gnawing on his drinks bottle? Even after eating my tuppaware containers full of driftwood all day?

Yes I did. Do I regret it? Absolutely not!

Yes I gave myself a talking to in the morning and this was to be the only slip up on this journey but it was a great slip up and fully deserved. At least I'll keep telling myself that.

I'm only human after all. Halo misplaced

See you next week.


 
 
 

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