Fat, unfit and unhealthy. All of that stops RIGHT NOW.

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What happens when you’re fat, unfit and unhealthy?

You go on a family vacation with people you love and care about deeply, but you can’t keep up. You skip the bike rides around the island because your legs are killing you. You spend more time recovering in the chalet than you do enjoying the relationships that matter most to you. You lose the opportunities to experience the wonders of this planet, because you’re in too much pain to walk any further.

That is enough. I won’t have it that way any more. Something is going to change. That change is in my control.

This is the start of a journey I’d like you to share with me.

It’s a journey where I’m going to be as honest and transparent along the way as I can be, for your benefit.

If you’d like to keep up with my own journey and improve your own life by fast-tracking your way to success with the lessons I’m sharing, then I’d like to invite you to subscribe to my email newsletter. I’ll send you updates with my progress and tips on what is working and what isn’t. I’m also going to call bullshit on the so-called ‘experts’ when they are in fact, full of it. I’ll share links to great additional resources that help me on my journey, so you can move forward on yours.

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So… in case you were wondering. How the hell did I get here and why haven’t I done anything about it till now?

When I left my corporate job in 2010 it was because of a wakeup call. That wakeup call revealed, in no uncertain terms that if I was to enjoy the remaining years of my life, I would be required to change. Change everything.

I made that decision to change.

I created a clear vision of what I would like to create for myself, then I set out to do it.

While I consider that I’ve been fairly successful in achieving a large portion of that vision and living a life of purpose, there’s been one missing element. In fact, I’ll say right now that in the larger scheme of things, it’s the most important element of all.

My health.

If you know me personally or you’ve read my first book, you’ll know that I’ve been unhealthy for a number of years. That can be summed up best as overweight and unfit.

It’s a stark contrast to what I was like as a young man.

In my teens and early twenties I was thin, super fit and extremely active. I played multiple sports like Aussie rules football, rugby league, soccer, tennis, squash, practised Tae Kwon Do, regularly ran 8 kilometres for the fun of it, cycled everywhere, danced my ass off and even became a professional dancer. I worked in manual jobs and pushed myself to improve my strength and fitness.

Then, things changed. I joined a local church group and got involved in a lot of church activities. They encouraged me to get a job and because of my new commitments they also encouraged me to quit most of the activities that were maintaining my fitness.

Instead of exercising and improving the physical me, I was encourage to work on spiritual, or the ‘inner me’.

Romans 8: 5-8

“Those who live according to the flesh have their minds set on what the flesh desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their minds set on what the Spirit desires. The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace. The mind governed by the flesh is hostile to God; it does not submit to God’s law, nor can it do so. Those who are in the realm of the flesh cannot please God.”

Yes. The church I attended took the bible literally. Yes, the whole bible.

Yes, even this;


That’ll teach her…

Getting back on point, at the time I thought it was a good idea to change my focus. After all, I have an addictive personality which had led me down a few bad paths. Making some big changes for the better was advisable.

Perhaps, looking back, I could have done better by not ignoring my health and fitness as much as I did. But at the time, it seemed like a good idea. I would like to add here, in case you misunderstood my intent; I don’t blame others for this change. I made the decision. I thought it was a good decision at the time. I only share this story with you to give you more background around my choices that have led me to where I am today.

I quit all of my physical activities, with the exception of a couple of hours of dancing, and I got an office job.

As a result, three months later almost to the day, I started piling on weight. I remember in a few short weeks I gained 10 kilograms. My weight shifted from 68 kg (149 lbs) to 78 kg (171 lbs). I also acquired my first stretch marks on the sides of my stomach due to the rapid weight gain.

I figured the rapid weight change was due to my metabolism slowing down while my food intake remained the same as when I was exercising regularly.

I realised I was stacking on the weight, and managed to stall the process for a short time and even lose a couple of kilos.

At 21 years old, I got married to Jayne. At this point, I’d say I was at the 75 kg (165 lbs) mark. It’s probably what I would consider my natural, healthy weight.

Jayne and I on the day we were married, about to fly off on our honeymoon.

Man I loved those Reebok Pumps.

Over the years, the weight kept adding on. It’s been a steady incline with the odd hiatus while I attempted one of the countless fad diets along the way.

In 2015 I hit my highest weight ever. A whopping 129.8 kilograms (286 lbs). Now, I’m 5 foot 10 inches tall. I don’t have a big skeletal frame, but I do have fairly broad shoulders. I also put on weight fairly evenly all over unlike some blokes who stack it on their stomach and continue to walk around with chicken legs.

The day I weighed in at 129.8 I remember choosing not to record that weight. Instead I hoped I could drop a couple of kilos to avoid tipping over yet another 10 kg weight milestone.

So to recap, at 44 years old, I’m grossly overweight. I’m extremely unfit. If I’m to ever do what I would love to do again, I’m required to make a change.

Getting to the point where I’m in the worst shape of my life has been a journey.

I’ve felt it. There are moments when you’re acutely aware of your situation. There are moments that anyone who is overweight can relate to;

  • Like the times where you can no longer run like you used to. You feel heavy on your feet. The ground pounds beneath you as if you’re a giant chasing Jack from his beanstalk.
  • Like climbing a staircase and huffing and puffing when reaching the top step.
  • Like when someone bumps into you and you don’t budge but they ricochet off you like a tennis ball hitting a wall (Admittedly, this has on occasion come in handy).
  • Like having little to no energy during the day.
  • Like using a CPAP machine at night to stop your sleep apnoea so you don’t die in your sleep and thinking ‘this CPAP machine is awesome’ without realising you look like Bane from Batman.
  • Like when your alcoholic friends judge you for being fat because, after all, they’re only alcoholics and that’s more acceptable.
  • Like going to the beach with a good friend and feeling too self conscious to strip off and go for a swim.
  • Like flying in an aeroplane and being totally aware during the painfully long flight that the person next to you hates your guts because you’re invading their space.
  • Like sitting in the movie theatre and thanking God they have lovers chairs so you can lift the armrest up.
  • Like taking the bus and standing, simply because one seat is not wide enough for you and your broad buttocks.
  • Like having friends and family hint that you’re overweight because you’re lazy and undisciplined.
  • Like watching your friends and family enjoy chocolate biscuits, ice cream and krispy creme donuts and never put on weight.
  • Like having success with a diet, feeling great due to the compliments from others then putting the weight back on and falling to an all time emotional low the next time you see them again.

That last one is a doozy. It’s actually why I’ve hesitated writing this blog post.

I mean, I’m putting it out there now right?

I’m throwing down the gauntlet.

I’m setting myself up for massive failure if I can’t do this.

Here’s the thing; I know in the past I’ve had good intentions. I know in the past I’ve successfully lost more than 10 kg during a stint of health reform. But I also know I stopped and then gained back all the weight I lost and more.

I don’t want this time to be like that. I feel the pressure of writing this knowing it could very well turn out to be another BS attempt that fails. That’s simply a reality. This isn’t an easy thing to lose 50 kilograms. There aren’t many people that do it.

But there are some that do!

I’ve made a decision. I have decided to be 80 kilograms again. This time on my weight loss journey, I’m going to share everything with you.

Everything I’m learning along the way. The good, the bad, the ugly.

I’ve got a lot to say and a lot to share.

I’m going to point my finger at the liars who profit from me being unhealthy.

I’m going to call out that nutritionist that gave me the worst advice EVER.

I’m going to dive deep into the truth about nutrition.

I’m going to share with you my crazy tests with various food types.

I’m going to share the best recipes I discover and love to cook.

I’m going to succeed this time.