It's a known (and frequently lamented) fact that everything tastes better with butter on it. And when I say 'butter', I mean the proper full fat, grass fed, lightly salted and preferably Irish kind that comes in the foil packs - not that manky shite that comes in the plastic tubs with pictures of olives... Continue Reading →
Ready-meals and poo-mergencies
So I've been on the Keto kick for 2 weeks now and am due a weigh-in. The tape-measure tells me i've lost six centimetres from around my waist, and precisely fuck-all from around my ass, and I'm slightly concerned i'm going to end up looking a bit like Kimmy K on a bad day. Week... Continue Reading →
The aftermath of ‘ass class’
So far, all is good in the proverbial hood, save for a bit of a cheat yesterday. Today i've been languishing on the sofa ... you know it's bad when Netflix asks you if you're still watching ... Day 4 Today I am sore. So sore, in fact, that I can hardly walk. Six weeks... Continue Reading →
Macros, bloody macros …
In answer to the most common questions received to date, yes, my digestive system still works, and no, I don't have the shits yet. So what's the skinny (pardon the pun) so far? Day 1 I feel gross going in, but I think that's more to do with the over-indulgence over silly season (I'm thinking... Continue Reading →