Let’s Get Personal: I’m Not On Ozempic, You’re Just Being a Cunt.

In December 2024 I posted the most personal post I’ve ever shared on Facebook & Instagram about what 2024 was for me, because like everyone else I also had the 2024 recap post done and ready to share the good times and experiences of the year, and moan about how tough the year was. I took a different approach, I showed the real side of what the year did to me, including numerous photos of me crying my eyes out because I would be a gold winner at the Olympics if crying was a sport at this point. That post was something I checked every 5 minutes because I am never vulnerable on social media I have a strategy for what I post on my social media. Why? Because I’m so tired of someone having something to say about me when they can’t even pronounce my surname, yes it may be a little more complex than yours but guess what… I’m also a little more complicated than what you think you know, I’m just not letting you see it. 

Last year was hard, but it was not the only year that was hard, I didn’t just have a tough year that resulted in me breaking down completely, it was a build over time that made me break and 2024 was the year that it happened, and I’m really not ashamed to tell you that I broke because it was the best thing that ever happened to me, because I made it out wiser, tougher, happier and with the power that could have killed me.

In my true style, it seems, I have to waffle on about something before I get to whatever the title you clicked on is about, and I’ll probably write about something completely random in between, so why am I writing about Ozempic? Well, I’m not writing about Ozempic and I’m also not calling you a cunt, I’m writing something personal and I’m going to use whatever title I want so before I hurt your feelings, this isn’t about you. (read that again)

Burnout: What you won’t see on TikTok

My health deteriorated in 2024 to the point where I was physically unable to get out of bed, and walking to the bathroom caused pain and this was because I had completely ruined my health and experienced real burnout, not the one that you’re tired and don’t feel like doing anything, the one where my body gave up on me so I would stop and think about myself and what I’ve done to my health. I did it to myself, I put a lot of pressure on myself and I have very high standards when it comes to myself, and I am my own worst enemy because I’ve just wanted perfection in anything I touch. It was not one job, it was not one thing or one month of a tough time, it was 30 years of trying to put myself up to a standard where I would be ‘good enough’, but all I did was realise that I am more insecure than you will ever know and I’m confident enough to share it with you.

Burnout hit me hard because I didn’t know what was happening to me I didn’t even realise I was deteriorating until I physically had to deal with it and just stop. I am a complete workaholic because when I’m not, my head becomes a place of breaking me down and worrying about everything imaginable, but that is not normal - it’s not how I should live. I was on a constant mission to prove myself to someone, but the only person I needed the approval from was myself and I’ve given that to me, which was completely life-changing because I don’t want to be anyone else, and I don’t want to be you… believe it or not.

The real reason I am writing this and even sharing this is because I am so proud of myself, and I tell this to myself every time I feel like I need to hear it and every time I hear something about me, or a comment is passed or a concern is raised.

So, if you want to talk about my weight, here’s the fucking truth. 

I am so tired of hearing about me from everyone else when no one is asking me how I am, or asking me directly and even when you’re commenting on my face, you’re still being a cunt… because I am not too thin, I am not sick and I am not pale and looking unhealthy. Would you like me to share a doctor's note, or would you like to send me for blood tests, because I’m great. Thanks so much for asking. 

I have changed a lot lately, and one of those changes was my life and the way I want to live it. I decided to start doing and not sitting back wishing and wanting because I’ve achieved things I did not even know I wanted because I convinced myself I could never have it. 

I am not too thin, in fact for the first time in my life I am healthier than ever and I’ve got the Discovery Vitality Age to prove it, but also no doctor (the real ones, that actually understand different things, not the Dr Housewife), is worried about me because I am healthy. I am physically stronger, fitter and more capable than I have ever been. I joined CrossFit - it was one of those things I always wished I could do but told myself I could not - and it changed my life because I fell in love with exercise and it was my realisation that a lot of what my life is today, but you’re gonna have to ask to hear about that one, sorry. 

I’m also (currently) doing the 75-Day Hard Challenge, and I’m sitting on day 69. And no, I did it properly and I’ve ticked every box every day, walked in the rain and exercised at 11 pm after dinner with friends, because it’s not that hard to do what you need to do something if you really try. I’m not moaning on social media about how hard it is and that I had to go to bed at 2 am because I needed to tick a box on an app, I actually put myself through it and stopped making excuses, no matter the rain pouring outside, how sick I felt or how tired I was, I did it because I wanted to prove it to myself. 69 of 75 is not bad, but I’m not done yet, but I’m going to finish it because come hell or high, I will do it. 

I’ve Got A Six Pack, Not Excuses… 

I was getting dressed one morning to go be a pretend housewife, delivery man or car salesperson, café waiter, or struggling business owner,  I can’t remember but I am a man of many things it seems. (You should find the humour here if you know me, but for those who don’t just keep wondering about things like why I drive a G Class around and then post my Polo on a tow truck, I’m ok with that) and Stephan said to me “You have a fucking six-pack”, and I didn’t even realise it because I don’t always see the best in me when I look in a mirror, but he opened my eyes to something I have achieved, and it was a shock. I have abs? I have a six-pack? I literally thought it would be gone after the next thing I put in my mouth, or when I woke up the next morning, but no… it’s here, and it’s here because I worked hard for it. I’ve never eaten more in my life than I do these days, but I am so conscious and aware of what I put in my mouth and we’ve changed our lifestyle to one of health and being aware of the instant gratification of life and chosen to fight the good fight to do the right thing, no matter how tired we are. I look at myself in the mirror lately and see what I feel, I am proud of what I look like because I have done so much to get my life back and get me back. I’m not Ozempic, or steroids, or drugs, or anything besides a bit of creatine every morning and a protein shake or two a day, but the rest is hard work. 

Yes, I look different because I’m not the same sad, unhealthy, and tired Max you’re all so comfortable seeing… I’m actually in perfect health and living a clean life that is hard work, dedication galore and a whole lot of hard work. I’m also not holding onto baggage because I will not tolerate bitter, sad and jealous people in my life and that in itself makes me look a lot less heavy. I’ve done it on my own, no quick fix or daddy’s new machine to make it go away - I fucking work hard. 

Now, I appreciate the concern that’s been raised, but you can talk to me next time or leave the comment behind - if I’m doing something well in life you can stand by me and support it or you can get left behind because I’m not doing it anymore, and I’m happier for it. I am not going to cry my eyes out anymore over people making comments, but not knowing or asking anything. Educate yourself, the world is hard - but it’s beautiful and we can all live beautiful lives without trying to make someone else feel small.

Before I end this, I sat with friends and for the first time I felt safe - not because of what could happen but because I sat with people who wanted the best for me, the ones with who we share each other's success, with smiles and genuine happiness, not jealousy. I realised how amazing life can be with the right mindset. I’m sorry if I offended you, threatened you, or made you feel like you’re not enough - but you don’t need me to make a comment about me to feel better about yourself, the world is yours - do what you need, but don’t put me down to feel better about yourself. 

Thank you for all the worry about my weight, and how thin I am but I’m good so you can focus on you while I worry about me. x