Part Four: Group love

Before you start reading it’s probably a good idea that you recap on Part One (here) Part Two (here) and Part Three (here). By now you know the drill. It’s gonna be a long post. Get your cup of tea ready.

(As before my ‘lightbulb moments’ will be in red.)

It’s now 16th April 2016. I’ve been sober for two and a half months and I’m considering my next step.

When I gave up drinking in my mind I had a blissfully ignorant vision of what would happen. This was because I knew alcohol was the cause of my type two diabetes and if I stopped it would go away. knew this not because anyone had told me it was true – but because I’d decided it was. 

Drink was also the sole cause of my huge weight and I knew that I only ate more when I was drunk. knew this too not because anyone had told me it was true – but because I’d decided it was. 

Once I had stopped drinking I also knew that everything would magically fall into place. Guess why…

In my fantasy the diabetes would gradually fade away, my weight would melt off, my high blood pressure would automatically reduce, my cholesterol would return to normal, I would be able to sleep properly etc etc etc etc.

It would all happen naturally and with minimal effort given time.

Yet two and a half months later nothing had changed.

My trousers maybe felt a little looser, my blood sugar had dropped a tiny bit and I didn’t have hangovers any more – but other than that I was just fat and sober rather than fat and drunk.

To quote a (very) over used cliché ‘the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.’ Yet there I was, often still eating two large dominos pizzas in an evening and still expecting to lose weight because I’d stopped drinking three bottles of wine every night.

Oddly I began to accept quite quickly that I was still in denial about what it would take for me to get better.

Maybe because I was regularly exploring my feelings and motivations in my blog I (in retrospect) moved relatively quickly to my first level of acceptance.

I needed to get help with my weight in the same way that I needed it for my alcohol abuse. Just stopping one thing that’s bad for you and expecting everything else to magically fall into place is nuts.

At the time someone had quite wisely said to me ‘you can’t boil the ocean.’

They were right. Doing one thing at a time had been the right way to go. I needed the alcohol out of my life and I needed a clear head for what was to come – but now I had to accept that other things needed to change too.

The next step had to come and it had to come quickly.

One Saturday morning with this in mind I looked online for a suitable group – and there it was. My old next door neighbour Angie was still a Slimming World consultant – and quite unexpectedly she was running a session just around the corner.

In ten minutes!

I decided to attend and rushed over.

It was a tough morning.

Not only did the little red chairs in the infant school hall where the group was seem impossibly small to me but devastatingly I also weighed in at 34st 8.5lbs.

I’d never been so heavy in my life. The reality of the task ahead hit hit me like a truck when I returned home that day and I just sat sobbing and alone in my house.

(You can read the full events of that morning here link.)

Shortly after my father messaged me to give me some support. He too was overweight and was also planning to try and lose his excess. He was around 20 stone he said and was heading for the same 12st 7lbs that the NHS BMI calculator thought we needed to be.

He also casually remarked that I had to lose the entirety of him to get down to a BMI that was no longer classed as obese or overweight.

In private it suddenly felt like I was being crushed.

It all seemed so impossible. 

In public I was hopeful – but deep down I didn’t know how I really felt. I just kept writing and I tried to keep going. The food I was cooking was nice and I was enjoying eating the things on the plan.

I tried to keep my eye on the prize and not look at how far away the horizon was – however history had led me to believe that failure was a very real – if not very probable possibility and it was never far from my thoughts.

Previously I’d been a member of Weight Watchers on no less than three separate occasions before 1999/2000, losing 3 stone and then regaining it. I’d been on the Cambridge diet twice from 2007 – 2008, lost 10 stone and then put it all back on (and more) by 2009.

old weight

Furthermore this wasn’t my first time attending a Slimming World group. I’d already attended Angie’s group in 2010, left and then rejoined in 2011. Neither instance ended very well.

I’d initially managed to lose 2 stone but then started backsliding like I always did.

I tried to recapture the impetus a couple of months later – but felt it had gone and decided to leave. Back then I felt like I was a complete failure and that this was the life I deserved. I thought I’d let everyone that believed in me down again and that I was meant to be fat.

I put it all back on – just like every other time I’d tried.

This third time around things would be different though. I would go into this with my head in the game and I’d power through. It would be mind over matter. I had the numbers all worked out. I’d lose 5 or more pounds a week and in 60 weeks or less I’d be thin. It would take just over a year. There was no room for failure. It wasn’t an option.

I was going on a diet.

Sitting in the pub a week or so later with a pint of diet coke I recounted my ambitious plans to a colleague from work.

‘I’m planning to lose about 5lbs a week.’ I told him – expecting him to be impressed.

‘If I lose any less than that I’m going to be really pissed off. I’ll be failing if it’s any less.’ I concluded.

He looked at me. ‘Why think like that?’ he replied patiently. ‘If you only lose half a pound a week you’re still losing weight. If you lose a pound a week that’s over four stone a year!’ 

I did the maths in my head.

He was irritatingly right.

This was one of my earliest revelations yet oddly also one of the biggest. It’s sometimes hard to apply to myself – but it’s as true today as it was back then.

Forward is forward. It doesn’t matter how big or small the steps are you’re still making progress.

Don’t snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.


This came in handy pretty soon – because it wasn’t long before I hit a speed bump (link) and in my fourth week I put some weight unexpectedly back on.

This just served to confirm all my worst fears in my scared little brain.

I was a failure again, just like I’d been before. I felt so angry and upset that I walked out of the group after standing on the scales. I couldn’t take sitting with everyone as a big lardy let down.

I thought everyone would think I was a fat, hopeless waste of space. I knew they would think this because it’s what I thought, and they MUST be thinking the same as me.


Three things happened here to make this a valuable lesson.

  1. I went home and felt like crap. I realised afterwards in the cold light of day that the things I was paying money for (support from my consultant and suggestions about how to succeed) were all denied to me because I walked out of the room. I have never missed another group since – except to climb Snowdon – and when I reached the top I texted the other members and Angie to say where I was and tell them that I’d done it.
  2. When I went home I sat there with no-one but myself. I was angry and upset – and all I could hear in my own head were voices of self loathing and criticism. I could instead have been surrounded by people that would have cared and told me in a nice way that I was being silly. Over time I’ve learned that when you sit in a room full of men and women like this and you feel at your most vulnerable, the person next to you almost certainly cares more about you than you. Not only that but it’s reciprocal. You care about them too and it’s almost certain that you’ll treat them better than you would yourself. You both need each other to remind you of the reality. Neither of you are failures and you can do it. 
  3. I had to admit that I hadn’t RTFM (Google it). I’d completely failed to spend time absorbing the Slimming World book and instead I’d cherry picked what I wanted to hear rather than listening to everything. When I was told that free food was unlimited I neglected to pay attention to speed food or the advice that free food shouldn’t be eaten past the point of contentment. Instead I thought ‘yay! I can eat tons of chicken!’ I’d been thinking I was on plan but instead I was eating all the right foods in all the wrong quantities. If I wanted to succeed I had to pay close attention. So I sat down with a strong coffee and read the book from cover to cover. I didn’t make the same mistakes again.

Over time other things also became clear. There’s no chronology here – this is just what worked for me.

I started to regularly use a useful feature of Slimming World’s web pages. If you’re not following the plan thats OK – you can do this yourself in a spreadsheet.

Make a graph of your progress.



The graph over time will grow longer and longer and it will show you that occasional gains don’t really mean anything. They’re completely natural – and not the devastating failure you think they are in the moment where you see the numbers in a meeting.

The longer you do something for the more it just looks like a nice gentle curve.

If you focus on one bad result and walk away from everything then you do yourself a disservice. Success isn’t about how many times you fail – it’s what you choose to do afterwards. If you use that mistake to fuel your determination to get it right next week then it’s actually a success.

Now – here’s something that you don’t have to do – but I think it’s crucial to understand what’s in food – and by that I mean both it’s nutritional and calorific value.

I’m not advocating that everyone count calories – because I certainly don’t. What I’m saying is that every single thing you put in your mouth is fuel and it had a consequence.

A large strawberry is a speed food – but its average energy content is 33kcal. If you have a punnet of 10 strawberries you’ve just eaten 330kcal. Chicken and most lean meat is 100-120kcal per 100g. It doesn’t take more than a few mouthfuls to have another 300kcal on top of your strawberries as many pre-cooked packs of them are 200g plus.

You don’t have to count calories all the time but you do have to understand what you’re consuming. 

You can’t ignore it because many of us don’t understand the concept of eating until contentment and we need to face up to what we’re putting in our mouths.

On the subject of calories I can’t not mention syns. This bit is relevant only for people following SW.

In simple SW terms these are 20kcal of processed food (although other foods that you might not expect to also contain them – check the SW web pages or have a look in the app if you’re unsure). A man can have 20 a day and remain on plan, and a woman 15– although this varies with your starting weight.

I was initially told to have 30.

Syns aren’t a problem. They’re a clever way of tacking the most common hurdle people face when they want to lose weight and ask ‘can I still eat the foods I love?’ The answer to this on any mainstream plan has to be a qualified ‘yes’ otherwise no-one would start a diet.

After all why would they? It sounds horrible otherwise.

It would be nothing but total denial.

So – people can still eat crisps and chocolate and remain ‘on plan’ – but in my view this should be a starting point rather than a continuing life long policy towards weight loss and maintenance.

I think that the biggest problem we have with food in society at the moment is that we view the packaged refined and processed crap that we buy as ‘normal’. Our objectve shouldn’t be to try and bend our health around them but instead to eventally remove as much of them as we can from or lives.

I regularly walk down the street eating raw carrots – and often people look at me like I’m insane. They wouldn’t bat an eyelid if I was drinking a bottle of coca cola with thirteen spoonfuls of refined sugar in it or a Mars Bar with a bag of crisps – but that’s the crazy world in which we live.

Personally I feel that long term success means that if you have treats like this then you have then occasionally and make sure that they are in fact the exception rather than the rule.

The next bit in red is my opinion. You can choose to ignore it or agree – but it’s worked for me.

I avoid empty syns and calories with zero nutritional value.

If you want to lose weight then choose nutritionally rich foods that will fill you up rather than hit you with intense flavours and make you want more instead of satisfying you. If you’re looking for long term success then learn to cook.

Use your syns on an avocado, some nice olives or a drizzle of oil in your cooking. Better still flavour a stew with some chorizo or use a nice curry paste – just make sure that you count them the same way as you would anything else and don’t guesstimate.

Finally – if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that the only faliures you can truly have in life are not trying at all or giving up.

I ‘failed’ over and over again on multiple diets. I yo-yo’d back and forth and thought I was destined to be fat forever.

This is a lie I told myself to avoid the inconvenient truth.

Losing weight and keeping it off is hard work and there are no magic fixes or quick wins.Even if you have an operation to remove parts of your stomach you still have to stay on a calorie controlled diet. There’s NO EASY WAY TO DO THIS.

However – if you want it enough then it’s yours for the taking and you don’t have to worry about screwing up.

What I did over the years wasn’t failing at all. I just hadn’t realised then that slowly and surely I was learning how not to do things, and ALL of that experience came in useful when I finally began to learn how to do it RIGHT.

They enabled me to realise that the REASON I yo-yo’d for years was (amongst other things) because I built NONE of what I did into my life and I didn’t accept that there wasn’t an end goal.

I didn’t have to get into a certain pair of trousers, I didn’t have to wear a pair of speedos for my holiday – and I didn’t have to walk down the aisle with anyone.

Having goals like that are wonderful – but what happens when you reach them? What’s beyond the horizon?

I’d suggest that if you want to have lifelong success accept early on that it’s not a diet – it’s a change of lifestyle and it’s forever.

Try to focus less on short term ‘swimsuit’ goals (although they can help along the way) and more on building healthy eating into every single moment of every day. Don’t try and restrict yourself – just learn to love things that are good for you and come to terms with that being your new, longer, happier life.

Oh – and also you might need to move a little bit too intenet – but that’s what my next post is about…

In 2016 might have accepted that I needed Slimming World and it’s group in my life – but I could still hardly walk to the end of my street and I was still in denial about exercise…


16 thoughts on “Part Four: Group love

  1. Pingback: Part Five: The road not yet walked – daveywankenobie

  2. This is my *favourite* blog entry of yours so far (admittedly there are still about 500 entries I have not read) so another one may surpass this eventually when I fully catch up. There are *so* many things I want to comment on in *this* blog entry of yours I may have to come back and leave a few separate comments.

    Firstly, whilst we all know that there *are* overweight men *and* women and most of us know that *some* men do attend Slimming World and Weight Watchers …… the numbers of male group members are always fewer ……. and my experience of attending weight loss groups is that the men do: (1) one diet in their lives (having ignored their beer gut for many years), (2) turn up to the diet club, (3) stick to it, (4) RTFM and do the diet properly, (5) turn up every week and lose shed loads more than us women …….. and generally (6) seem to be more successful “dieters” than the majority female contingent of the slimming group — many of whom I know are repeat serial “failed” dieters coming back for “just one last go”.

    It was so refreshing to read that you had *numerous* previous failed attempts at weight loss — and unbelievably you’ve kept a lot of evidence of those previous attempts (!!!) — your previous weigh in books and Boots scales receipts.

    I am not a hoarder or memento keeper (I am one of life’s “thrower awayers”) so I don’t have any evidence of my previous diet attempts (of which there were *many*) ……. although some evidence exists in my doctor’s NHS records of my various weights and various HBA1C blood test results since 2008 ……. but it’s not actually easily accessible or available to me if I want to *prove* that I did once weigh 23 stone 8 lbs (or any other weight).**

    ** This thought has occurred to me a few times since starting Slimming Word this year because my weight when I joined this year I was “only” 19 st 13 lbs ……. and whilst I am happily losing (now down to 17.8) …… it did occur to me that if I do ever reach “goal” weight and wanted to put in for either (a) any kind of local SW competition, or (b) becoming a SW consultant, or (c) anything similar like that, I might need to prove that I had once been 23 stone 8 lbs and the only way I could do that would be to go to my official NHS medical records (good grief !!!).

    Anyway, this was a REVELATION (a man’s many and varied previous attempts at weight loss).

    Of the many things that make your blog unique and different (apart from your other demons) is the fact that you are a MALE weight loss blogger. I don’t know how many MALE weight loss bloggers there are, but I am sure it is far fewer than female bloggers who like to write about / track / dissect their weight losses (and gains) and track progress and before and after pics etc. I am saying this …… because I used to be one of them. **

    ** I may divulge more about that later. Lunch time over. Got to get back to work.

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    • Glad you liked it – and it’s interesting that you point out the perceptions of men ‘finding it easy’ in groups because it’s a stereotype I come across quite a bit.

      It’s important in my mind to show that while men may not vocalise their problems and often the pitfalls are different (such as hormones or pregnancy) we struggle as well.

      There’s probably more common points of failure than most expect – and whether other men choose to vocalise them or not the emotions associated with success and perceived failure are largely identical.

      Enjoy the other 500 posts 😂


  3. This little part of this blog entry of yours made me laugh out loud a lot:

    “I had the numbers all worked out. I’d lose 5 or more pounds a week and in 60 weeks or less I’d be thin.”

    I thought you were an intelligent man Dave …….. who possibly works in finance or accounting or something techy and geeky (you’ve said it’s not writing!) ……… you would know the mathematical impossibility of losing 5 lbs a week every week (requiring a weekly calorie deficit of 17,500 calories per week — a deficit of 3,500 calories per pound lost) when your weight goes below (let’s say) 30 stones !!!

    It is amusing how some very intelligent people can delude ourselves / invent our own reality and different set of rules and think they will somehow magically apply to us ….. when any Joe Bloggs on the street would be able to tell us is total nonsense!

    Let alone what a medical weight loss expert might say, the folks who know the mathematics and precise science of greater losses at higher starting weights and how much more difficult it becomes to lose an extra pound or two when you are close to goal weight.

    Tee hee. 🙂 🙂


    • Oddly it wasn’t far from the truth. My average loss throughout was 3.5lbs a week. Given that I was consuming around 7500 calories a day it wasn’t hard to carve out a significant chunk just by changing the types of food I ate.


  4. Hi again. More thoughts from me on this and your “Never Going Back” blog (which I’ve just read).

    Well firstly I am guessing that when you started those previous diets that alcohol was still a part of your life (which would have made those “diets likely to fail from the start) …… and that after the death of your mother and your decision to then just “stop drinking” ….. possibly everything lined up time wise to enable *this* particular new start you made at Slimming World in April 2016 the one that finally worked ……. and finally became a “lifestyle change” rather than a diet and became your new way of living.

    I can identify with so much (and in the Never Going Back post) because I am myself a serial dieter and serial new starter ………. I’ve even had weight loss surgery (ooops) which I tend not to reveal early on or during general chat with my *new* work buddies and *new* slimming world group chums……. who have only known me since 2018.

    It’s something that is such an albatross to admit you are one of the “not so successful” bariatric patients that after a few years you just stop referring to it …… you become just another overweight / obese person tackling life and weight loss the same as someone who never went through surgery.

    In the next comment box below I will attempt to give you a brief potted history of my previous diets and blogs and surgery ……

    I’m typing by thumbs on my phone so bear with …… I may be some time. 😉

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  5. ^^^ Oh well ….. I did attempt to post the longer comment but it appears to have disappeared into the ether. And my opposable thumbs feel as if they might fall off !! Might try to post it again on a PC …… sometime.

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  6. Well ………. I have been on and off diets since 15 years old and at that time just a *little* big podgy probably about 2 stones overweight. My mother dragged me to WW where they gave me some hideously low weight as my official goal according to WW and a hideously low amount of calories to live on (or I thought so at the time).

    If only someone could have told me when I was a podgy teenager that I could have *exercised* that weight off back then …….. before reaching 23 stone 8 lbs and gastric surgery in 2012. Uggghhhhh.

    My mother was not a fan of exercise …… at least not for women. Her own method of appetite and weight control was 40 – 60 fags a day.

    Later in life – in the last 10 years of her life – she also developed a bit of a problem with whiskey as well …… but that was never admitted in the family. She (and therefore also “we”) only just about admitted that she was a smoker and the most likely self-inflicted cause of the lung cancer which ended her life (at 54 years old twenty years ago).

    But it was her secondary addiction to whiskey which I noticed perfectly clearly which made me realise that we may have addictive tendency problems.

    Of course I never picked the same poisons as my mother …….. that would be stupid, wouldn’t it?

    Nah. Pick food – that’s so easy and readily available.

    And difficult to deal with / avoid. I’ve often thought how “easy” it is for a smoker to just “give up” smoking and for an alcoholic to “just stop” drinking …… after all the human body can survive perfectly well without those products.

    And how “difficult” for those of us with food addiction to “give up” that product which we actually *still* need in order to live.

    I realise this is a very simple analogy on my part and possibly I used it for many years to part justify the fact that I had not conquered my own demons.

    More next comment box below before the internet loses it.

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  7. So …… I’ve been on and off diets all my adult life and yet slowly exonerably getting bigger and bigger all the time. From 15 stones at age 21 up to 19 stone by age 30 and 23 stone 8 lbs at age 42.

    In between the weight gains there were many many diets ….. and blogs. In 2007 I started a weight loss blog on MySpace and promptly lost 4 stones (out of the 8 which I then needed to lose) ….. never returned to finish the blog and lose the remaining 4 stones.

    Then in 2008 at age 40 I started yet another weight loss blog on Blogger and gained loads of followers …… but didn’t lose hardly any weight at all. Indeed at that time my motivation was all wrong and it became all about the blog / writing / online blog buddies ….. and not my actual food intake. Oh well.

    Between 2009 and 2011 I started and failed several other diets….. and blogs (some non weight loss including a satire blog — if you Google “notlizjones” you can find it).

    Most of those blogs no longer exist. After every failure I deleted the whole blog.

    Then in 2010 at 42 years old weighing 23 stone 8 lbs and with a BMI of 53 (plus Type 2 Diabetes, sleep apnoea, osteo arthritis, and high blood pressure) one of my GPs finally referred me for gastric surgery on the NHS. It was a two year wait.

    My GP and surgeon had both wanted me to have a bypass but for some reason in the two year wait for surgery an online buddy of mine (one of my then “weight loss surgery” buddies) had somehow managed to convince me to pick the gastric sleeve instead.

    I will continue what happened next post sleeve in the box below ……….


  8. Between April 2010 (referral) and April 2012 (surgery) I did manage to lose 3 stone 8 lbs (somewhat erratically – two stones very slowly and then the rest rapidly in the months pre surgery when they put you on a soups and shakes “liver shrinkage” diet to give you a better chance of getting thru the surgery).

    So I actually weighed 20 stones on the day of surgery …… and six months later after losing an average 2 lbs a week (bl***dy disappointing – I can lose that much on SW or any other diet on my own !!) …… I reached my lowest adult weight of 15 stones. *

    * For all of about one week before quickly bouncing back to 15.7 ……. and then 16 ……. and then 16.7 etc etc.

    However according to the bariatric barometer for year one I was actually a “success” on their books as I had lost 70% of my excess weight and a total of 120 lbs (they always take your top weight at referral as the measure not the day of surgery) ……. so according to them I had lost 8 stone 8 lbs (120 lbs) *due* to having been referred for surgery ……… even tho in my head I often feel that the sleeve “only” enabled me to lose 5 stones (20 st on surgery day down to 15 st).

    I don’t completely regret my gastric sleeve. I do still have *some* restriction and I can *never* eat a whole pizza ……. but how is it that I then ended up weighing 20 stones yet *again* in January of this year when I finally joined Slimming World ?????

    Well ……. even when you have a “slightly” smaller stomach you can still eat biscuits….. and crisps …… and lots of frothy coffee cappuccinos *with* biscuits …… and muffins and pastries….. and other treats…… and you can still sit around on your backside doing not enoùgh exercise/ daily activity in a very sedentary job.

    So ……. that is the background to my previous attempts and also the reason why I *don’t* wish to start yet another weight loss blog myself (my previous attempts at blogging never ended well so I don’t want to “go there” again).

    When I finally joined SW this year I did it entirely for me – for me and my health and my osteo arthritic knees which worry me more than the diabetes.

    Since then I have ‘bumped’ into a few SWorld peeps on Twitter and Instagram….. and bumped into your blog due to you having been featured in one of SW online’s FB posts.


  9. Oh ……. one last thing (as Columbo would say) …..

    Although I will never speak hugely badly about weight loss surgery and the people who choose it (at the time I desperately wanted it) ….. one thing has occurred to me since that experience of one fundamental way in which weight loss surgery differs to any other diet.

    ** On SW (or weight watchers or just people using My fitness Pal on their own) …… when you start the “diet” you can eat a *higher* amount of calories …… and as you get closer to goal weight you have to make further calorie reductions.


    ** weight loss surgery works the other way round. Immediately post surgery you can only consume approx 500 – 600 calories a day in liquid form.

    Then ….. six months down the line when your stomach has recovered from surgery and you find that you can eat 2000 calories a day again …… continuing to lose weight becomes difficult ….. hmmmm. I can’t imagine why. 😉😉😉

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    • Wow – you’ve definitely been on your own odyssey (I don’t think journey is sufficient in this case!) so kudos to you for trying again.

      I know how hard it is to power through the layers of regret that previous failures can give you – but I hope you feel that it’s all still possible and that there IS a way forward that will see you at the end both healthy and happy.

      The episodic and numbered posts that you’ve been reading and commenting on were actually written for someone like you (who at the time asked me for help and then fell off the radar) and I felt that it was a perfect moment to distill my progress and motivation so far into as few words as possible.

      There aren’t many that will read nearly 600 posts to find out how (and why) I lost 20st – so in them I hope you’ve found (still finding?) the inspiration to continue.

      I personally keep writing not because of Slimming World and weight loss but because my mind feel better on a page.

      Honestly people ask me about the weight loss and how it happened – and what they should really be asking me is ‘what did your blog have to do with it?’

      The answer is everything.

      All of it started here and it came before I stepped on any scales.

      Most don’t even realise it’s not a weight loss blog – and that’s why it’s not titled ‘Davey loses weight’.

      The tag line is actually the real title because I am genuinely learning to live life.

      Weight just happened to be in the way of that.

      So – even if it’s in private I’d urge you to pick up the pen or dust off your keyboard again. Write it through and be completely and brutally honest with yourself.

      Why do you want this – and when you get it what are you going to do with it?

      It might help. You seem like it NEEDS to be ‘out there’ rather than in the confines of your skull.

      What you possess (that many others do not) is not a history of failure, but a library of ways not to succeed. You have all the tools you need. The question is how will you use them?



  10. Hi Davey

    Can I ask a quick question which is pedestrian in nature?

    If you are currently walking 5 miles to work (well 4 or 5) and the same distance home …… do you shower again on arriving at work / keep spare clothes at work ?

    I ask because at the moment I could not contemplate adding brisk walking in the morning due to the sweat and beetroot face problem.

    Therefore I am only doing 3 – 4 miles in the evenings when it’s only me who might care what I look like.

    Just wondered.



    • I’m walking 3 miles to work and 3 miles back with 2 in my lunch break (time permitting). Then another walk in the evenings on some days.

      I’m at the point now where this no longer makes me sweat in any meaningful way so don’t have the beetroot face or need to shower you mention. I keep spare shoes at work and walk in trainers but that’s it.

      Not so long ago though I still sweated while walking and as there was no shower at the job I had prior to this one I took spares with me just in case and wore a tee shirt under my shirt just in case I did sweat.

      With regard to beetroot face – screw em. Who cares if you look red or not? Move away from seeing that as something shameful and re-label it as something to be proud of 👍🏽


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