Food

Get your exclusive preview of The MAN v FAT Weight Loss Manual

Are you ready to lose weight? Sick of diet books that tell you to quit carbs, buy expensive equipment or follow complicated plans? So were we. That’s why we wrote the MAN v FAT Weight Loss Manual, a no bullshit account of everything you need to lose weight forever, with no tricks, diets or gimmicks. We’ve got an exclusive free preview for MAN v FAT readers. Simply click on the

How To Food Shop Like A Weight Loss Boss

Food shopping is a pain in the arse. From the car parking spaces that would be a squeeze for a Matchbox car, to the incessant questions about loyalty cards (“Yes, of course, I have one. No, of course, I don’t know where it is.”) Food shopping can also place a real strain on your weight loss efforts with Special Offers on calorie-rich foods tempting you away from your diet. MAN v FAT have put

The 24 Worst Things About Being A Fat Man

Being fat doesn’t come with a list of the special nuggets of misery that appear when you hit BMI 25+, which is a shame as a bit of warning would be nice. Fortunately, we’ve polled the Brains Trust of the MAN v FAT forum and put together 24 of the worst things about being a fat bloke. Read them and weep. 1. People stare at your food in the supermarket trolley You’re

I Eat Bugs, You Should Too

The bowl was set on the table in front of me next to the bottle of beer with a metallic clink. My mind did not even bother to process what it was that had been set in front of me; I was looking out over the Gulf of Thailand, talking, drinking and having fun. Besides, who would set anything other than peanuts in front of someone at a bar? My

Welcome Back To MAN v FAT

Miss us? Course you did. Shhhhhh! Shhhhh! There, there! Hush chil’, we’re back now. Hopefully, you can already see that we’ve spent the time since last we chatted usefully. Let’s just take a whistle-stop tour of some of the new elements on MAN v FAT, but brace yourself – there’s ! going ! to ! be ! exclamation ! marks! A whole new look! We’ve killed the pointless front page,