My fun weight loss

My fun weight loss OBJECTIVES:
Motivating others to lose weight. Overcoming their problems and challenges. Taking them closer to achieving their dreams.

On this page I aim to motivate, inspire and entertain you while letting you see exactly what I am doing to rediscover that slimmer and fitter Kevin which is dwelling inside of me. Through interaction we may share and teach others as well as ourselves. Anything which you enjoy doing becomes so much easier than trying to do it alone.

MINDFUL WEIGHT LOSS!Mindful eating isn’t about restriction. It’s about awareness. It’s about happiness through food choi...
12/09/2026

MINDFUL WEIGHT LOSS!

Mindful eating isn’t about restriction.

It’s about awareness.

It’s about happiness through food choices.

It’s about breaking the cycle of guilt and bingeing.

I want to share a story about a lady I met at a business club a few years ago.

At the time, she was a bit of an expert on Microsoft Word.

She used to show people how to be more productive, especially those in small business.

She was really good at what she did.

She dressed beautifully.

She was a wonderful person.

She was big. Very big.

I used to run into her a lot and always thought how unhealthy she looked.

But it wasn’t my business to say anything.

And my shape was nothing to brag about either.

Then, one day, a few months later, there she was.

The first thing I noticed was that she looked really healthy and happy in the face.

Her body shape had changed.

Not dramatically, but it was noticeable.

“Carol,” I said, “you look truly wonderful.” She smiled and thanked me.

It wasn’t the time to discuss what had happened.

Anyway, I saw her every few months.

Her size consistently decreased.

She got smaller and smaller.

The most important thing was that she looked amazingly healthy.

Then the day came when she visited my house.

It gave me the chance to say again, “You look brilliant.” “How did you achieve that?” I asked.

Her answer was quite amazing.

She wasn’t on a diet at all. She just practised what she called “conscientious eating.”

She could see I was interested.

She said she’d like to eat now so she could show me what conscientious eating was.

She went into my kitchen.

She dug around in the bread bin.

She put a slice in the toaster.

She fetched some marmalade from my cupboard.

When the toast was nice and brown to her satisfaction, she added marmalade.

Not a thin scraping. She put an ample helping on it.

Then came the interesting bit.

She cut it in half.

Then in half again.

And then into quarters.

Now she had sixteen pieces of toast and marmalade on a plate in front of her.

Usually, she said, she wouldn’t have a conversation while eating. Food became more of a private affair.

But on this occasion, she wanted to talk me through it.

She picked up a piece.

A sixteenth piece of toast and marmalade.

She didn’t just pop it into her mouth as I would have done.

No. She bit it in half.

She put the remaining half down onto the plate.

She started chewing.

She chewed for quite a long time.

She didn’t seem to be in a hurry at all.

She picked up the other half.

She went through the same process again.

Apparently, her food tasted better than she’d ever tasted in the past.

This went on for some half hour.

Until she stopped and said, “I’m full!”

Apparently, she’d been eating conscientiously.

She’d been enjoying every little bit of her food.

Every mouthful.

She had time to acknowledge the message our brain sends back to us saying, “We’re full.”

She left three squares on the plate because she’d had enough.

Well, it certainly must have worked. Because she looked marvellous.

And she was losing so much weight.

Apparently, she wasn’t on a diet.

She ate anything she wanted to eat.

But she ate it all the same way.

Conscientiously.

And if she was eating a cooked meal, she would put her knife and fork down in between.

She soon realised her normal‑size plates were just a waste of food.

So she started serving her meals on small plates.

Over the period of 18 months, she lost 7.5 stone.

I’m going to tell you again.

The thing I noticed more than anything else was how happy and healthy she looked.

That was 25 years ago. She stays slim to this day.

She claims she enjoys the food more than she ever has done.

Conscientious eating is a way of losing weight. I’ve seen it happen.

I’ve practised it myself.

Not as the whole diet.

But I eat slower. I eat smaller mouthfuls.

It’s true. I enjoy my food more than ever before.

Here’s something that you might want to try for yourself.

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THE DAY MY BELT OFFICIALLY SURRENDEREDYou have spent years mastering the art of self-deception.You trade standard snacks...
11/09/2026

THE DAY MY BELT OFFICIALLY SURRENDERED
You have spent years mastering the art of self-deception.

You trade standard snacks for the fancy ones, convinced that a bag of crinkle-cut crisps is somehow a sophisticated health choice.

You fill your fridge with zero-calorie drinks, feeling like a genius as you swap sugar for chemicals.

You genuinely believe you are doing "enough."

Then, reality decides to intervene.

It is late.

The office is finally empty, and the world outside is cloaked in the unforgiving dark of a night shift.

As you walk to your car, you pass the mirrored glass of the building entrance.

You catch a glimpse of yourself.

There is no flattering lighting.

No clever angles.

Just you, a shirt, and the undeniable truth.

Your belly is not just present; it is staging a full-scale mutiny, rolling proudly over the top of your waistband.

Your belt, once a reliable partner, looks like it is holding on for dear life, groaning under the sheer structural pressure.

The silence of the car park makes the internal monologue loud.

My God, can you really not do something about this, you fat guy?

It is a stinging moment, but it is also the first time in years you have actually stopped lying to yourself.

You realise that swapping soda for diet versions and picking slightly different crisps is just rearranging the furniture on a sinking ship.

You are either going to keep watching the belt buckle slowly lose the war, or you are going to finally decide that being a "fat guy" is not the permanent uniform you want to wear for the rest of your life.

I suspect that many of you have had that exact same, brutal midnight mirror moment.

What was the exact second you finally stopped trying to fool yourself?

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10/09/2026

Bridging the Knowledge-Action Gap

Tired of knowing exactly what to do but failing to actually do it? Discover how to close the frustrating knowledge-action gap for good.








When weight loss consumes your every thought, life feels suffocating and restrictive. True balance appears when you inte...
09/09/2026

When weight loss consumes your every thought, life feels suffocating and restrictive. True balance appears when you integrate small, healthy choices into your daily routine, letting the physical changes happen as a natural byproduct. Your life should be about living fully, not just managing a constant calorie count.

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WHY DIDN'T I DO THIS 20 YEARS AGO?I always knew there'd be consequences if I didn't sort my weight out.There were.I got ...
09/09/2026

WHY DIDN'T I DO THIS 20 YEARS AGO?

I always knew there'd be consequences if I didn't sort my weight out.

There were.

I got type 2 diabetes.

Trust me, you don't want to know what comes with that.

It took me twenty years of suffering to finally lose the weight.

The good news?

My diabetes is now in remission.

The bad news?

I keep asking myself the same question.

Why didn't I do this twenty years ago?

THE MIDNIGHT KITCHEN SCRUBBING CONSPIRACYIt is officially midnight.The house is silent.You should be sound asleep, dream...
08/09/2026

THE MIDNIGHT KITCHEN SCRUBBING CONSPIRACY
It is officially midnight.

The house is silent.

You should be sound asleep, dreaming peaceful dreams.

Instead, you find yourself on your hands and knees.

You are scrubbing the floorboards under the kitchen cabinets with the intensity of a forensic investigator.

This is not a sudden, inexplicable burst of domestic pride.

It is a tactical, high-stakes psychological operation.

Your brain has started its nightly performance, whispering that you are absolutely famished.

It is lying, of course.

You are not hungry; you are simply bored, and your mind is desperate for a distraction.

So, you start cleaning.

You polish the taps.

You reorganise the spice rack until it is perfectly alphabetical.

You find yourself scrubbing the inside of the oven door like your life depends on it.

It is a brilliant, if slightly unhinged, deflection tactic.

Every time the thought of a snack tries to sneak into your consciousness, you immediately attack another square inch of the kitchen.

It is remarkable how much grime you discover when you are trying to ignore your own stomach.

Eventually, the hunger signal fades, defeated by your sheer, manic devotion to a spotless countertop.

It is not easy, and certainly nothing about changing your lifestyle ever comes naturally at first.

But sometimes, the only thing standing between you and a late-night snack is an aggressive amount of bathroom cleaner and a very clean kitchen floor.

I suspect I am not the only one who has ever cleaned their way out of a midnight binge.

Please leave your comments below.

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I THOUGHT I HAD FOREVERWhy did I keep carrying the extra weight, year after year?Why didn't I just do something?I think,...
08/09/2026

I THOUGHT I HAD FOREVER

Why did I keep carrying the extra weight, year after year?

Why didn't I just do something?

I think, deep down, I always believed tomorrow never comes.

There was always more time. Always another day.

Then I turned seventy.

And there it was. Tomorrow. Arrived, unannounced.

Am I the only one who thought they had forever?

07/09/2026

The Power of Tiny Changes

Ever wonder why grand fitness plans fail while tiny, repeated actions change everything? Discover the compounding power of micro-changes.








EVEN I GOT BORED OF MY OWN EXCUSESThere's no shame in being chubby, cuddly, or whatever euphemism you fancy.I've used mo...
07/09/2026

EVEN I GOT BORED OF MY OWN EXCUSES

There's no shame in being chubby, cuddly, or whatever euphemism you fancy.

I've used most of them.

Usually while reaching for a second helping.

The only daft bit is knowing exactly what you're doing.

And doing absolutely nothing about it anyway.

Guilty, your honour.

Eventually, though, even I got bored of my own excuses.

Chasing absolute flawlessness usually leads straight to burnout and quitting entirely. Real physical change thrives on s...
06/09/2026

Chasing absolute flawlessness usually leads straight to burnout and quitting entirely. Real physical change thrives on steady, everyday habits rather than immaculate streaks. When you embrace showing up most of the time, the results take care of themselves without the exhausting pressure.

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