Brushing Some Dust Off

Wow.

Hi folks.

It's me here. Well, not the me that used to be here, but a different me. A me that's been thinking about the past, who I was, who I am now, and who I will be.

I've come to a realisation that all of this, what The Fat Lazy Guy's Log was, is important. It may not be important to anyone else, but it's important to who I am today.

With that realisation came a desire to find my old posts and put them back up. My search (roughly 4 weeks of it) turned up nothing. I have one last ditch effort, but my hopes are slim. So, at the very least to put some part of this history to rights, I have gone through the Way Back machine and found some of my posts that remain on there, and copy and pasted them into here.

The permalinks are messed up, but I've adjusted the schedule on them to show when they were originally posted.

I reached my goal weight 6 years ago. Since that time, I have not returned to it. I've been up, I've been down, I've been maybe 10kgs (22lbs) away from it, and then everything turned to shit.

My mum was diagnosed with cancer. She passed away in October last year. This year my dad who I never had much of a relationship died also.

I'm not, so much, returning here as the person I was, or the persona of The Fat Lazy Guy, doesn't fit me anymore. While I still share his struggles, and vulnerabilities, I'm not The Fat Lazy Guy. I'm me.

That's not to say I won't post here more often if I feel the pull. Part of the pull, apart from maintaining the history of this place, is that I'm trying to focus once again on weight loss and health. And because I have reached my goal in the past, I am finding I'm inspired by my previous achievement.

But also, for those who come by here and wonder what happened? Life happened. Insecurities happened. Old coping mechanisms happened. Grief happened. Hope happened.

Catch you on the flippity-dip.

The Fat Lazy Guy

The Fat Lazy Guy was a blog that existed for 4 years or so. It tracked the progress of Kepa Tairua and his weight loss journey.

Life happens, and things move on. As has this blog and author.

Live long and prosper.

Reset Button

I'm pushing it.

I hit my goal back in February of 2010. I've been under, but for the majority of it I've been over. Right now, according to the scales at my doctor, I'm at 119.8 kgs, which is 264.1 lbs. The scales they have, though, are on the carpet, and there's a big sticker on them saying "subtract 2 kgs" (so the scales read 221.8 kgs). My scales at home read 117.8 kgs, or 259.6 lbs.

I'm resetting to get back to my goal weight according to my doctor's scales, so by all accounts, I'll need to be 98kgs on my home scale.

Anywho, that's all. I guess I'll start keeping track of it here again.

Off the Rails

One thing I've noticed is that when I go off the rails and don't eat well or stop working out, it's never because I wanted food. It's because I felt bad about myself and food was my escape. The stress might bring me to thinking those thoughts, but it's those thoughts that are the problem.

The thing that draws me to this (probably obvious to many) conclusion is a thought I've often had while positive. "If you're going to go crazy on food, might as well keep lifting weights and gain muscle." But this NEVER happens. Never. When I start to go off the rails with food, the gym goes out the door too. Which made me realise (again, obvious) it's not about the food.

I mean, I've made this connection before, but yeah, I was mulling that thought over today.

Good Saturday

Yesterday was a pretty good day as far as doing things goes.

I discovered a new Mexican place because they added me on twitter. California Burrito is located in Auckland City, in a tiny hole in the wall.

They have a similar style to Mexicali Fresh in that they make your burrito in front of you, but you have less control over what they put in. They asked me when I ordered if I wanted it extra spicy, and if I wanted guacamole, and that was it.

While we waited for our burritos, we sipped on some Mexican sodas. I got a pineapple flavoured one, and Daz got a lime one. They reminded me of the cheap sodas you can get in 24 packs at the Warehouse, but with more depth of flavour, and less carbonated (which, surprisingly, was to my liking).

Finally we got our burritos. I ordered a California burrito (as that is my favourite at Mexicali Fresh, and I wanted to compare). Rice, black beans, pico de gallo, guac, sour cream, cheese, and chicken.

Verdict?

Mexicali wins. Hands down. This was a very tasty burrito, and I definitely recommend eating there, but when you go to Mexicali and have a California Burrito there, you'll understand why.

I don't think I've done a post about Mexicali, so that's next on the cards. I don't think the boys have been there, so that's our next trip!

To wrap up the trip into town, Daz took us to a place called Hulucat Tea House for me to try my first Pearl Milk Tea. However, instead of getting the pearls in my milk tea, I got chocolate pudding (Daz recommended it). Chocolate milk tea with chocolate pudding? HOLY CRAP. That was amazing! So delicious, so chocolatey, and such a crazy experience having chunks of chocolate pudding sliding up the straw and into your mouth.

Haha. I thoroughly enjoyed it and look forward to taking Mary there :) And apparently another good place is Momo Tea.

Saturday was a good day.