You know I’m not very good at this, not very good with the consistency of posting in the face of adversity. I am guessing if you look at the content of this site you’ll have guessed that. But hey if I was then a content about how I’m trying to improve my life could become boring? Right?

So I go back to why I started, or start so many times (depending on how you look at it). The truth is, I was tired of pretending I was fine. I am tired of pretending I am fine. I’m not, and haven’t been for a very long time. Be it physical pain, or mental pain, I have been in some sort of pain a very long time. I am also the guy that has always done “what’s required” rather than really pushing myself to excel.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done quite well just doing what’s required, but there’s that nagging doubt in my head…“what if”...which ironically we then posted an article about.

Now I’ve struck my mid-40s I am running out of road with my “what if”. There’s a point that, if I don’t improve my physical and mental health, it will become a near impossible corner to turn. At the moment it’s just an ever increasingly difficult corner to turn.

So here I am, again, I’m just a man, sitting in front of a computer, asking you to follow me. Follow me on Facebook, X and even a very poorly run Tiktok. Follow me here, visit often, and leave me some comments. Preferably nice ones.

Why? Because nothing helps like a support network, a group of people interested and wishing you well. So if you’ve made it this far thank you. Hopefully I’ll have more content posted for you soon, to keep you entertained, interested and maybe, just maybe, make you laugh.

If you show up for me, then hopefully I can show up more for you. You see, I’m not just doing this for me. It is 99% for me, obviously. It has to be. Otherwise I am not likely to keep it up. That 1% though is a strong, important, 1%. I want to show, nae I want to prove, that after 40 years of being the fatty that it is possible to change. Because I know that if I can do it everyone else can do it too. I am the man who has perpetually failed, the man who has tried 100 times.

If I can do this I prove myself both right and wrong. I feed the ego that tells me if I truly applied myself I can achieve absolutely anything. Concurrently I tell the little demon on my shoulder that doubts me that he’s wrong. You see, in spite of any confidence in myself, there’s always that internal doubter that I will revert back to the default state of “what’s required”.

I don’t want to be that guy anymore, I don’t want to feed that devil. So here I am writing this at 430am,. My plan is stretching out in front of me. The only question is…are you buying this shit? Do you believe me? Will I do it?

Well there’s only one way you’ll find out and that’s to follow me.