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Hi Guys,

I've moved to www.fatandgettingfit.co.za. Yip a real domain name. So come on over, see the new site, new motivation and have a blast. I will always keep this website as a testament to all the shit I can think of.
I am in the process of a 12 week challenge and seems tho I am winning.
Keep well 

Summer Motivation

So I'm gonna put the Alpha Male Olympics on hold a bit in celebration of this dam fine weather we having. I once again feel alive and inspired as I always do in summer. I hate Winter I am one big grouch.

Sunday I went to go support Sadie and her mates at the Mandela Marathon. 

Sadie picked up a last minute entry into the 10km as Fayes mom has been sick. 

Watching the start and seeing a lady being pushed into the temporary fence and a couple "MEN" bumping her further into it boiled my blood. This bloody world deserves to go Hunger Games so those "MEN" who push ladies around like that can get speared by Bow and Arrow Chick. A real MAN was quick on the scene and helped pick her up and made sure she was ok. What a champ.

That Sadie and all her friends did really well and had a blast. Walking out we bumped into Bongani from www.fitlab.co.za. Those who read this blog will remember the post I had on Bongani's boot camp and how much I suffered. Well I have now signed up for a 12 week program where a qualified dietitian will come and measure us up, give us an eating plan and motivate us along the way.

I'm nervous for Steph the dietician to measure me up. Not only do I know I will be considered obese or overweight Steph is a personal friend. 

I've decided I am going to post my measurements up and weight. Bloody stupid I know, but from the outline of the program I can't see where I could go wrong. In 12 weeks I will be a sexy Snowbeast - I just pray I don't have to stand in my undies for a pic. That would scare the kids.

I'm pretty dam excited for this and think it will be worth the cash and effort involved.

Feeling pumped for this summer. 

Have a great week ahead friends :)

                                                         God is Great

My Best Idea Yet

It happens to be my worst time of year at the moment. All the winter dust is being stirred up by the August winds bringing in Spring. The dust makes a bee line for my nose and hammers my sinuses, in turn making me a grumpy Snowbeast.

I'm not sick, just clogged up so I am still running but giving boot camp a skip for a while as trying to clear myself in front of a bunch of people is less than attractive.

Out on a run the other day I was thinking about the last Olympic games and how boring I found it. It was pretty cool watching the South Africans making us proud but the rest was so repetitive.

I also was pondering on the problem of over crowding in prisons.

Now being an alpha male I came up with an idea to sort both problems.

I call it "SNOWBEASTS ALPHA MALE OLYMPICS"

It wont contain any age restriction as kids need to learn the whole cause and consequence lesson.

All equipment and essential services will go out on tender in true South African style and awarded to the most likely to fail to deliver, go bankrupt or bribe any and all officials.

Each country will need to put forward Alpha males to compete and convicted murderers, kidnappers, rapists and haters of my blog.

Event 1: 5km obstacle course

Place: Hilbrow, Johannesburg

Details: Each country submits one criminal to run 5km through the streets of Hillbrow careful not to be kidnapped, shot or fall prey to nearby car bombs. Local Gangs will jeer the entrants on and provide refreshment stops containing Mandrax, Tik and Wonga. Winner is first one out.

Please note there will be no medical assistance along the route due to the trial run Ambulances being stolen and converted into taxi's.

All race coverage will be bought to you from Jozi Metro Cameras (the ones that haven't had their poles cut down for scrap metal).

Event 2: Skiet (pronounced Skeet - Afrikaans word for shoot)

Place: Coca-Cola Dome, Johannesburg

Details: Each Alpha Male is given a double barrel shotgun and in turn stands on the firing line blindfolded. One by one a criminal with a bell attached to their body will have to run accross the firing line hoping not to be shot. 1 point for every criminal shot. Later rounds the criminals will each carry a bell at different heights to confuse the Alpha Male. Those accused of hating my blog will have the bell tied around their groin.

Event 3: 100m Sprint

Venue: Greyville Race Course, Durban

Details: On the sound of a gunshot, criminals who where not hit by the bullet will sprint off. 10m behind savage dogs will be released followed by the pesky Poodle, winner is first accross the line and prizes will only be awarded to those who manage to survive.

Due to the nature of the event the criminals will have to find their own way out of the arena and it will be appreciated if they will put all dogs away after the event.

Next week we will look at a couple other events using bow and arrows, horses and swords.

Good luck to the Ballie, he is competing in the Masters Mountain Bike World Championship being held in Pietermaritzburg on Friday.

Hope you all well and you better all behave or we'll meet at the AM Olympics.

The Hypocrtical Snowbeast

So hear I am telling you I am getting fit and funky but also have a love for all things food and drink.

Look at last Sunday. Sadie is man down with flu and in bed. I finally have a day off with no commitments.

I hit the shops quickly and came back with supplies for the days events.

I started off making a cool veggie garden. It has Brocolli ( raw brocolli and tuna salad is the warrior in the fat burning realm), baby spinach, green peppers and some herbs I have no clue as to what they are. All I pray for is the discount herb pack isn't an "erb" pack and the CIA or even worse Sadils finds out. I'll keep an eye on those ones and pray the Devils lettuce doesn't pop up.

That finished I hit the kitchen and made a chilli sauce my Mom taught me to make. I upped the amount of chillies and added a couple Habeneros and put a roll of toilet paper in the fridge as a just in case.

Being a man I made a braai and as Sadils was sick I braai'd alone. It's good practice for when I am in the wilderness and need to cook food during the Hunger Games. I'm working on a tactic of distant Braaing. This is where I make the fire and attach the meat and watch it from a distance. When Bow and Arrow Chick pitches up to a kiff manly smelling braai I bop her on the head and win Hunger Games. Shits simple when you have a brain like mine.

Carrying on with the manly thing I brewed up a quick 19l batch of Snowbeasts Post Apocalyptic Ale. Four weeks time there is a possibility of me blogging from hospital with mild alchahol poisoning and in need of a new O ring after my chilli pops a valve.

I just got a BBM from Charmaine The Pesky Poodle dug my veggie garden up, apparently trying to help?!? Poodle my friend, an angry Snowbeast is coming your way.

The above proves I am a hypocrite or have conflicting hobbies. Like being a Policeman by day and crook by night. 

I've been struggling with a stiff neck and at first I thought it was a pimple on the neck starting, no pimple. I changed my pillows and still a week later its an uncomfortable pain that is going down my back now. After last night I believe I have found the problem. Its Voldemort the noseless cat. I woke up with the bugger sleeping on top of my head like a bloody had. I must have looked like Davey Crockett! I moved the cat. Woke up and he was in my face in between myself and Sadie. I moved him. I woke again all scrumpled up around the stupid thing. I moved him AGAIN! The BLOODY thing moved back and I was sleeping around him. Stuff this! Being messed around in my own bed by a cat, not happening. I put the bugger in the wash-basket at the base of the bed. Ha, try that silly Feline Foe!

Two minutes of peace and the bugger starts meowing. Sadie wakes up and asks whats that noise? I kick the basket over with my toes and the cat screeches out the basket and high tails it out the room. I blamed the cat fro knocking the basket over and guess who's not allowed in the room? Voldemort :D well, until Sadie finds out the truth and then it will be me on the couch.

That's that for the week. Looking forward to a long weekend although I have to work Saturday morning.

Bongani's Boot Camp

Sadils has joined a boot camp and not wanting to be out done I decided to join a bunch of mates and go on Monday. Sadils had to work last minute so I went alone. I made my medical aid card visible to all just in case.

Bongani the instructor is built like a sprinter and has the size of melons. 

I was blown away by this guys friendliness, destroying all stereotypes of what trainers are like. As a warm up we walked around a field. We Walked. For a warrior like myself, really. Time to show all the mere mortals what I'm made of. he he he. We stepped it up a bit with some running drills. Running drills, really, that's all I talk about is running. Really. Mere mortals, hope you all watching because this is how a warrior trains. To continue with the warm ups we did some type of skipping which for those that know me you will know I have the co-ordination of a blind penut trying to escape its shell. Then again I am a warrior not a bladdy balarina, we'll let this one slide. 

Warm up complete, good I'm ready to show these mortals I can handle anything.

Think of cones set up 10m apart. Run to the first, pump your arms, second squats, third lunges, fourth burpees, fifth plank.

"15 minutes, GO!" Bongani goes from smiling fire fighter by day to stern fitness coach in a matter of seconds.

Holy (four letter word I may not publish due to the fact my Grandmother reads this blog) this is tough! I'm sure Bongani is shouting words of encouragement but all I hear is my lungs failing, heart straining under the new limits its reaching. I look across to Cands and Row, they all look fresh and have smiles on their faces. Really? I take a deep breath and act cool. All in a days work for a warrior like me. Ja right. 

Did I mention we had to do sprints after completing each circuit. Yinna.

I soon fade into the mist of pain and 15 minutes later I'm barely alive but feeling good.

It's the funny thing about exercise. You can push until you vomit and feel great afterwards, drinking is backwards.

After putting all my vital organs back down my throat I see all the mortals chatting as if nothing happened. Shit, maybe I'm delusional. Like the Luxenbourg wrestling champion who only made the Olympic team 'cos he beat his sister having to take on the Russian champion who beat half the Soviet Union and single handedly stopped the Cold War by wrestling both sides nukes back into their silo's. 

Maybe I have illusions of greatness as I haven't gone out there and competed. Spending too much time sorting my Hunger Games quick escape pack out (the dirty mags are still in their plastics so don't tell Sadie I'm in the garage looking at naughty pictures).

Wait, that's Bullshit, I rock

Something of everything

I had a good morning this morning. I went out with some British students who are doing a two week stint in "Africa". They basically just doing charity work and seeing how we do things. One of the projects they are doing is putting up a fence in a rural township. This fence is for a pre-primary school that was damaged from rain. Now when we think school we think big buildings, apples on desks, pesky teachers and sports grounds. Sadly not in this case. This is a prefab box no bigger than a shipping container. The "box" is in a families yard. Now that it has been destroyed another lady in the community has stepped in and has donated land in her own yard for the new school building. The only problem is there is no fence to keep the kids in. That's where we stepped in.

It was really nice to get out and watch people do good. There where 16 students half male half female. It was so cool to watch the enthusiasm knowing they where doing good clearing a fence line, but not knowing how to use a spade. Felt good to pass on some of the knowledge of the Snowbeast.

Back to the fitness regime. 

On Monday I went to Hiltons place for some boxing. We didn't get to klap each other but hit bags instead.

I always thought if push comes to shove i could teach that laaitie a lesson, but after seeing him smash a bag I'm glad he's my brother. He's a forced ally. Sneaky. It looks pretty easy. Just smash the bag and go mental. Unfortunately not. Not only do you punch a bag, you have to focus on form as if you hit wrong say cheers to your wrist.

Being a warrior I thought I had this but it is a crazy intensity work out. 

I felt really good the next morning and realised I am lucky the Hunger Games hasn't started yet. As muck as I think I am a warrior, I'm really ill prepared. All I have is a fast exit bag and a couple dirty mags. I'm more like a dooms day prepper minus the cases of baked beans, Why they choose beans I don't know. Living in a bunker you better not light a match or I can guarantee you'll all be crisper than a piece of bacon in a second.

Now my workouts are as distracted as my blog posts. I just realised I went from boxing to farting in a confined area in a couple of lines. I need help.

On the other hand Poodle reckons I'm the bomb. She crawled up to me in bed this morning and I put my hand down to scratch her. I felt a knot on her shoulder so I massaged it. She stood up and sat next to me as if to say, "carry on, What you looking at fatty". I started to massage again and she suddenly lost control of herself and was leaning into it to the extent I had to support her head as it was dropping all over the place.

When I was done she happily followed me around like best mates and even showed emotion as I left for work. MAN UP POODLE! Shit man, I can't go charging into the Hunger Games with a doting Poodle charging after me. Stick to the plan, you there to lure Bow and Arrow Chick into striking distance of the elusive Snowbeast then you free to go. Find a home in the wild and hunt in packs, although any animal will buckle over laughing if they saw a pack of Toy Poodles running at them. Be like being attacked in Toys R Us by the Teddies.

Hope you all have a lekker week.

Dads blog will be updated today ( www.mikefrostmtb.blogspot.com)

I also wrote an article on where to start in the art of cocktail making for www.lekkerdining.weebly.com

Reminising and a big party

My folks arrived safely back into S.A after a trek through Zimbabwe. So stoked 'cos I get to spend a weekend in Winterton. I miss the fresh air and open spaces. I feel constricted and suppressed in a city. A city is no place for a warrior, especially this one.

I once again have this urge to go out and "fetch" dinner from the wild. Like as kids we would trek up to good family friends' berg cottage and spend the weekend fly fishing for trout. We used to go up with the Greens once a month.

That is how us Humans should live. Wake up just before sunrise, one of the parents would make coffee and we'd sit outside on the verandah watching the first signs of the morning sun silhouetting the Drakensberg in a reddish pink.

Slowly the valley begins receive it's first light and the three dams at the bottom reflect the pink sky. Being twelve years old it feels great when us MEN grab our rods and head down the valley silently to stalk our prey. By mid morning we would have caught a couple Rainbow Trout and kept just enough for breakfast, releasing the rest.

It would be the job of  us younger "men" to clean the fish and throw the bits back into the water to feed the fish for next time.

The folks would stuff the empty belly with butter, onions, lemon slices and herbs and we would chuck the fish on a braai and let it cook. Now that is a breakfast for a champion in the making.

I'm either getting fit or old. Saturday night something weird possessed us and we hit the town, HARD. Wow, all I remember is constantly having a drink in my hand and somebody kept wanting to talk to me that I didn't want to talk to. The rest of the time I was being awesome.

All fun and games, but when I woke up the next morning it felt as if somebody was playing a game of tennis in my head. I was super "dizzy" when I stood up and nauseous. Yoh, I haven't hung like this ever. My eyes hurt, I was even stiff from dancing so hard. What a waste of a day. I woke up for an hour and went straight back to bed just because I couldn't take the pain of hanging. Note to self, don't get fit and go party. Shit goes downhill fast.

So much so my runs have left me smelling like a brewery.

That been said we are not going clubbing again. It's no joke I have not felt this unwarriorish in years. 

Lesson learnt, I'll running harder this week.

Oh crap, talking about this week I might have told Kelly I would join her and her friends at a boot camp. Eff, this could pose a problem. I'm still weak from Saturday night. What if i puke in front of a chick. I can't do that. I'd look weak and no longer be an alpha male. That will not happen. I think the only reason Sadie digs me is because I am an alpha male. 

We have a problem, I'm gonna stop writing and start Googling the safety issues regarding swallowing cement. That should harden me up long enough so I don't throw up. We'll worry about the rest in the morning.

Some cool reading

www.lekkerdining.weebly.com - A dinner club we started, Cands ( may I say Cands or must it be Candice?) started. Cool recipes coming

www.mikefrostmtb.blogspot.com - Dads Blog, covering his trip to Zim at the moment

www.hiltonfrost.blogspot.com - Hilts Blog - he came 3rd elite at KZN Champs this weekend.