Yesterday, the 24th of November 2025, I had my last ever beer and cigarette. It feels strange to write that, but also incredibly empowering. Earlier that same day, I had two important doctor’s appointments—one with my gastroenterologist and one with my GP. Both gave me the same message: it’s not too late. At 45, if I start making real lifestyle changes, I can radically improve my health and my future.
I’m 45 years old, with a 7-year-old son who sees me as his hero, and a loving, supportive wife who deserves the best version of me. Yet my lifestyle has been anything but healthy. I used to drink and smoke 4–5 days a week, and I’m significantly overweight. I currently weigh 133 kg at 1.82 m tall. I’ve never been a big believer in BMI, but even I can’t ignore how high mine has climbed.
To make things worse, I injured my back about a week ago, and I’ve been struggling ever since. If I were healthier, fitter, and lighter, I doubt it would have hit me this hard.
There’s another motivator behind all this. My dad passed away from a stroke when he was just 55. I was 15. I remember the shock of losing him so young, and the thought of my son experiencing something similar terrifies me. I don’t want history to repeat itself.
So, this is it. My mission is to turn my health around—to lose 43 kg, to rebuild my strength, and to become the man my family already believes I am. This blog will be where I document the journey. The struggles, the wins, the lessons—everything.
Thanks for being here.
Keep checking in for updates.
My next post will include some “before” photos.
