I’ve made no secret of the fact that I pretty much dislike this fat loss business, after sticking with it for what is knocking on for 7 months, now. But, you know you’ve really gotten your game face on when you’ve just turned down the offer of a ‘special’ from the local chippie which would’ve meant chips, peas, bread cake, battered sausage and a spam fritter.
Curse this damned fat carrying body!
Can’t do much about it, though. Calorie wise I’m only really able to accommodate a low calorie sandwich tonight, and I’m determined to lose as much fat as possible before March… and there really ain’t much time left.
With any luck, by then I’ll have lost around another half stone, and that will have to do. (After all, it’d 1.5 stone less fat than I started at in January 08 pre-first-bulk – when I was obviously so blind I didn’t even realise how much fat I had on me to begin with… and even more fat lost than 1.5 stone if you consider the extra muscle mass I now carry. And, in total, after my bulk, a loss of around 3 stone of fat or more.)
After February, I can’t wait any longer, no matter what the score. Muscle and strength needs to be put on.
Time waits for no man.