Since coming back from holiday a couple of months ago, I've resumed normal life. I'm no longer "dieting," counting calories or going out of my way to exercise every single day. I am being mindful of what I eat, but I'm certainly not letting it get in the way of doing what I want to do. I'm keeping active, with 30km of cycling each work day, twice-weekly visits to the gym and the occasional jog, but it's no longer a defining part of my life. I never quite reached the 90 kilogram mark, but right now I'm reasonably happy with myself. I'd still like to be thinner (as I think most people would), but I'm no longer [this guy](http://slowdownfatty.tumblr.com/backstory): > For a start, I’m horribly unhealthy. Doctors have told me I’m in the high-risk category for diabetes, heart disease and cancer. I can’t climb two stories of stairs, walk up the hill near work, or maintain the same walking pace as many of my friends without getting short of breath. I’d love to be able to play sports at a level that wouldn’t completely embarrass me. Being able to run without feeling the entire front of my body bouncing around would be liberating. After years of shopping in big guys shops, being able to buy band t-shirts or clothes at regular stores would mean the world to me. > > Finally, there’s also the vain reason that I look like crap. I hate seeing reflections of myself clothed, I cringe when I’m tagged in photos on Facebook and I loathe having to look in the bathroom mirror — much of the time I’ll avoid looking at myself at all. In other words, it's time for me to officially end Slow Down, Fatty. It's been a great help being able to write down these thoughts that float around in my head. [I'm happy to answer any questions you might have about my experience or offer you advice](/ask), but I won't be posting here in the same way again. Feel free to follow [my real-life blog at blog.craiga.id.au](http://blog.craiga.id.au), where might occasionally post about my now far more active lifestyle.








