Saturday, November 28, 2009

An Unexpected Surprise

This is fantastic! It's my weekly Sunday post and I have good news! After a week of my usual strenuous work exercise, but absolutely NOT watching what I eat at all - seriously, there were days when I ate nothing but confectionery - only to weigh myself this morning to find that I had dropped ANOTHER 0.4kg!

This means that I'm now down to 93.6kg (that's a drop from 208lb to 206lb - 2 pounds in 2 weeks). The last time I lost weight, I shed nearly 20kg in 15 months. This makes me wonder - had I bothered to do any exercise then, might I have lost the weight quicker? Is the pro-exercise propaganda everyone feeds me actually TRUE? I'm going to have to re-evaluate my entire belief system.

OK all (all being me, as noone reads this blog), bye for now.

Sunday, November 22, 2009


This is my regular Sunday post. I've reached 94.0kg, which means I've lost a whopping 0.4kg! This doesn't seem like much, but as long as the numbers are going down, I'm happy.

I'm not working as much this week as I did in the week just past, so I'm going to have to watch what I eat more due to less exercise.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Second Wind

The Perfection Project has just had new life breathed into it. I was beginning to go stale on the whole idea, wondering if I would really have the energy to be bothered to pull it off. And then I did just that: I pulled it off. Pulled my shirt off, to be exact, and found that I have muscles in my arms now. I've never had muscles before!

And then it hit me: the reason I was wondering whether the project would last is because in the short week I've been doing it, I've made it to feel like a chore. I tried to commit to blogging once a day, whether I had anything to blog about or not. So I'm not going to do that anymore - if it's a chore, you never feel like doing it.

So now I'm just going to blog whenever I have a development, be it in the money department or in the weight loss/fitness department, or even the organisational and confidence sector. But I'm going to limit my blogging to once a day so that it doesn't turn into a weird Twitteresque thing and I'm making a commitment to blog every Sunday right after my weigh-ins.

That's all for now, glad to be back with you all! (And by all, I mean me, because let's face it - noone is reading at this point)


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Losing Track

Well it's unusual for me to do a morning post, but I don't think I've done one in a few days because I fail. The night before last I completely forgot, and then yesterday I had work from 12-8 after which I zipped around town picking up my friends, and then we all went to see the midnight premiere of New Moon.

I really liked it, it was a great movie despite the horribly awkward scenes between the two main characters. For two hot people who are supposedly doing it off-screen, they have surprisingly little chemistry.

The last few days have passed like the rest of them - bad eating balanced out by lots of exercise. I wasn't meant to work yesterday but my sister, who was meant to work, sliced her head open at work the day before - so I had to do her shift. Fun.

Anyway, it's 10.05
am on Thursday, November 19. I always say the time to keep track, because blogger always records it as a funky time from the day before.

Signing out for now,

Monday, November 16, 2009

Day 6

Too exhausted to blog tonight, but had a good day of progress. Ate fairly well, earned money. My head is foggy tonight for some reason, so will put forth the promised master plan when I'm thinking more clearly.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

The Big Weigh-In

Alright, so at 10am this morning I finally weighed myself. I came up as 94.4kg. I'm going to make my goal to get down to 80kg. Tomorrow I will post my master plan for bringing the entire Perfection Project into focus. Mostly because I haven't totally worked it out yet.

94.4kg (or 208lb, for any American people that may begin to read) may seem like a lot, but it's distributed fairly evenly throughout my body as I'm very tall (194cm, or 6'5"), so when I'm clothed you can barely tell that I'm overweight. In any case, I'm a lot healthier now than I have been for most of my life.

Until I was 16, I was bordering on obese. I was only 188cm (6'3") and a massive 108.9kg (240lb). That was when Mother dragged me to one of her Weight Watchers meetings and I began to lose weight, all the while getting taller. At my lowest, I got down to 88.3kg (194lb). In the last year, however, I've let myself slide a bit, which has played a part in my launching of The Perfection Project.

So! There we have it. I have a current weight and a goal weight. The rest of the plan should fall into place nicely with a little bit of thought. That doesn't just include the weight-loss aspirations, but also the money, skin, organisation and fitness areas.

That said, today didn't go well. I had a friend over and a dinner for my sister's birthday, so I overdid the eating. Not to worry!

See you tomorrow, non-existent readers,

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Day 4

Glasses of water: 1 (bad), confectionary items: 5000 (addictions are not overcome in a day), soft drink items: 3 (bad).

Well, well, well... it has been a thoroughly uninteresting day today. I worked from 12.30 to 9, and it is now 11pm. It has been fruitless as I've spent the day engaging in thoroughly non-perfect activities, from the bag of candy I ate this morning to the cheese twists and bag of jelly beans that Mother brought into work (yes, she has now opened a mobile sabotage service, though to her defence she does not know it). I did, however, earn lots of money, which will bode well in the finance division.

The big weigh-in is tomorrow, so after that I will have a more concrete plan with real progress reports that'll have numbers and everything. Once I weigh myself, everything will fall into place.

Looking forward to tomorrow's update,

Friday, November 13, 2009

Day 3

glasses of water: 2 (improvement), soft drink items: 2 (balanced out by exercise), hours of exercise: 9 (at work, excellent), ice creams: 1 (peer pressure)

Mother brought home a big bag of snakes with the groceries which I found sitting on my chair when I got home from work last night. Between 10pm last night and 10am this morning I'd eaten a third of the cursed bag. When I realised what I was doing to myself I threw the rest of it in the trash. Will resolve not to let further sabotage attempts derail my efforts, and will tell mother not to buy me candy anymore.

The reason I get so much exercise at work is because I work in a liquor store. I'm forever on my feet filling fridges, vacuuming, serving customers and - most athletically - putting away beer deliveries. The ironic part is that I don't drink alcohol. I'm the only 19 year old I know that refuses to drink. I've always thought that when people begin drinking and start believing that everything is more fun when their mind is in a chemically altered state, that that is a really sad thing. And I feel really badly for them.

This is great though, because apparently drinking ages people. Part of perfection is looking as young as you can for as long as you can. This gives me the edge over lots of other people: I don't do the three things that age you the most: I don't drink, I don't smoke and I don't go in the sun when it can be avoided. It's somewhat of a long-term investment.

Anyway, I had a 12-9 shift at work today with a beer delivery and when the manager left at 5 I was the manager until closing! This brings progress in the money department and the fitness department.

Then when I got home I allowed mother to derail me again. She brought up ice creams. Damn woman. Never mind. I am resilient, and I will bounce back. Sunday is the big weigh-in, and then I'll have a better idea of where I am and where I'm headed.

That's all for now,

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Day 2

Soft drink items: 6 (spread across two days, so not that bad), glasses of water: 2 (bad), hours of exercise: 11 (8 at work, 3 walking around shopping):

It's the second day on my quest and already I've come across my first setback. It was announced this morning that Dollhouse, the best show nobody was watching, was cancelled. One thing you should know about me is that I'm very, VERY, television-obsessive and when one of them dies - it's like losing a child (I'd imagine). This doesn't bode well for my eating habits, or my stress levels. I know that sounds incredibly melodramatic for a TV show, but they're important to me, and it all contributes to what makes me unique.

I also thought of another way to reach the perfection criteria: eating better and drinking more water in order to clear up my skin. I'm 19, but my acne has never gone away. It's not freak-show bad, but it's an imperfection that I will not tolerate.

As I'm writing this, I realise that I might seem shallow in focusing so much on looks and money to reach my goals, but I'm living in reality, and this is how the world works. This will not be like a Disney movie where, at the end of the project, I realise I was always perfect just the way I was. The world is imperfect (yet pretty damn awesome in its own right) and I want to shine in it. And I will.

It's now 9.36pm on Thursday, November 12. My first weigh-in will be on Sunday morning at 10am, because.... well, because that's the time I chose.

OK I think that's all I have to report for now,

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The Quest Begins

Hi there,,

My name is Andrew, I'm 19 years old and I live in Australia (by default of birth, not by choice). Today, November 11 at (checks watch) 9.02am, I'm beginning my quest for perfection. I've tried to start this project many times before, but continued to fail - so here is my hope: that if I am responsible to someone - i.e. this blog, and any readers who may be out there - then I am far more likely to be successful.

To some of you, this may seem like an ambitious quest - aiming for something that is widely believed not to exist - but where most people see unattainability, I see criteria.

I've based my idea of perfection on what I've seen of celebrities (yes, I'm truly a product of my generation). The celebrities who haven't gone off the rails have all, in my eyes, achieved perfection. They have lots of money, they leak confidence from their pores, they're stunning to look at nothing phases them. I'm not going to aim for all this - at least not yet. To boil it down to a non-celebrity level, someone reaches perfection when they feel that they are the best version of themselves that they will ever be.

Earlier this year I quit university; partially because Business is arguably the most boring degree anybody could hope to study, and partially because I wanted to work on myself (I likened it to fixing the foundation before I build the house). It's been about three months and I still haven't made any progress on Project Andrew. This is about to change.

By October 24, 2010 (my 20th birthday), I will:

1. lose a lot of weight (I'm going to weigh myself this Sunday, and then I'll have a more exact goal)
2. have a lot more money (I won't set an exact amount for that will surely amount to disappointment)
3. aim to be more confident in myself (which will most likely come from achieving the first two goals - again, I'm a product of my generation)
4. live in surroundings that are organised to an anally-retentive level (after all, how can one be perfect when surrounded by imperfection?)

OK guys, I'll check in tomorrow - wish me luck!