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I’m gonna lay all my cards on the table. I know I’m not the only one in this position.
My avatar if from November 2007 trip to St. Thomas with the wife and kids. I was heading back to the table to drink my 4th Red Stripe beer when my daughter snapped this great shot. All 262 lbs of me. Hot, sweaty, bloated and buzzed.
It creeps up on you so fast. Oh yeah, I noticed my pants were getting tight, shirts were stretched out and the elastic band on my underwear kept flipping over on me but never really thought about it so much until I saw this photo and a few other things that I’m sure you’re dying to read about. I thought, man, you gotta do something.
I recently came across some pictures from when I first got married in 1991. I was a slimmer size 38, 235 lbs, had a bunch more hair on my head than I do now and just looked a whole lot healthier and thinner. I maintained my weight pretty well over the next 15 years and stayed at around 240 lbs. At 240 lbs, I knew I had a few lbs to lose but I never really felt that fat and felt healthy. I always carried my weight pretty well.
After moving from MA to NC in June 2006 and working from my home office, my activity level dropped off to maybe a yard project here and there, cuttng the grass and brief episodes of “I should exercise” walks for two days then quitting.
I had high expectations for myself when moving here and planned all kinds of stuff to get in better shape. You know, with working from home I’d have plenty of time to walk, bike, hike, travel, garden and other types of healthy activities. Instead I fell into a pattern of drinking every weekend, not just a few beers mind you, but 15-20 on a Friday night with maybe a few vodkas thrown in here and there. I ended up about 25 lbs fatter after 1.5 years and I didn’t expect that I’d feel and look like I was 100.
Once you have a bunch of beers in you, the will power is gone. Pizza, burgers, fries whatever couldn’t escape the grasp of my ever fattening hands was not safe. Forget about being good the day after drinking. If I wasn’t drinking again on the weekend then I was sitting my fat ass on the couch ordering take out.
Anyway, about December of 2007 I decided that it was time to lose some weight, over the past few years my cholesterol was up, my bp was up, moral was down and my weight was up. I’ve been on vytorin and toprol xl and side effects of both of these for me is fatigue and weight gain.
figures.
Like I’ve done probably 100 times in the last 10 years, I decided to start a low-carb diet on December 26th 2007. Everytime I started in the past, I’d do good all week, then the weekend would roll around and I consider it a ‘cheat day’. It’d start out with a couple of beers and all down hill from there. I think I restarted every Monday for about 4 years straight. You can imagine how helpful that was to my waistline and health.
I still believe that cutting sugar is a good plan but I don’t agree with eating lbs of bacon. I think of it as if you can’t pick it or kill it, then don’t eat it. Essentially, I cut out processed foods and sugars. After my most recent start in December, I was doing good staying away from bad food and booze except for, hmm, let’s see December 29th, that was dinner out, New Years eve booze/food binge and a neighbors birthday party(booze/food binge) on Jan 5th on. Maybe I wasn’t doing so good after all.
On Jan 10th, 2008 I ended up in the ER with atrial fibrillation, possible diet side effects, too much alcohol, too much fat?? My potassium was low, blood sugar was low, my exercise at a lifetime low and my weight was at a lifetime high. Nobody knew for sure what caused it but it scared the crap out of me and I think it was a warning to shape up or start planning for a dirt nap. I could imagine that during the prior weeks between low-carbing then drinking every weekend that my body must have been riding up and down on waves of sugar and fat not knowing what the hell to do next.
So.. currently, I’ve got quite a bit of motivation to start exercising and stop eating crap. My kids are young, they don’t need to see me sitting my fat self on the couch every night and drunk every weekend. They need me to be there for them and to be healthy.
On January 11th, with the okay from my doctor, I started walking or riding my exercise bike daily and I’m looking forward to the positive changes that it’ll bring me. My aerobic capacity is at about zero now so there’s nowhere to go but up.
My starting weight on December 26th, 2007 was 262. January 9th, it was 251. I’ll update on my next weigh-in.
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