Type 2 Diabetes? Whatever.

So here we have it. I haven’t written a site for years. By years, I mean years. Sorry, I probably didn’t need to explain that years bit to you, but you see, the first post on a site is meant to make people return for more. I can already tell that you read that years bit and thought “Yeah, going to need to keep up with this site, he sounds great. The explanation of the years bit was first class.”

So what do we have here? Well. Some of us incredibly handsome blokes are what is referred to in medical terms as “A bit fat. A bit unhealthy. A bit unfit. A bit like they need to go on a total meal replacement through OVIVA. That, dear reader, is why this site exists. On September 9th, I will be going from “YEAH! CRISPS! CHIPS! BEER! BURGERS!” to “Another lonely day without you dear food. Just another milkshake and soup for me. For 12 weeks. 12.” And it doesn’t end there. After 12 weeks, they are going to say “Yeah, all good. Except, you need to stay on it and slowly introduce regular foods again”.

Regular foods. REGULAR. FOODS. You know what that means? I tell you what it won’t mean. It won’t mean YEAH! CRISPS! CHIPS! BEER! BURGERS!”. It’ll mean “You look like a guy who wants greek yoghurt and some berries”.

So what is this site about? Yeah, this is to tell you what a mess it is going to be. It’ll be raw. It’ll be honest. If you don’t understand British sarcasm and cynicism, it’ll be likely offending. Because I am going to be going from “YEAH! CALORIES!” to “850 calories a day. For 12 weeks. With no snacks”. I will also probably say how much I hate people who eat food I like. I don’t hate them. Well, not all of them.

You want in? Wanna watch the downfall of a man who threw away all his smaller clothes about 6 months ago because “I will never need them again”? You got it.

LETS. DO. THIS.