Hi,
Like so many others, I have made a New Years resolution to take off some weight. I have always been up and down ranging from as low as 185 to as high as 235. I am 5'11, so I really shouldn't be carrying around all this extra weight at my current 225. I would be really happy to get below 200 and stay there, and that is where my doctor would like to see me too.
I am also a little high in the blood pressure area, and really need to get it under control or I will be on pills. My doctor wants me to take them now, but I would like to see what happens after I lose this weight and then take another look at the situation.
In my late twenties I worked in a fitness center and trained a lot of people. I was really into fitness and it was almost an all encompassing lifestyle of working out, drinking MetRx, and working out again. I am not really interested in living in a gym at 41, so I started some moderate walking for 4 to 5 miles each day at about 4 miles per hour weather permitting. I actually did it today in a snow storm. It was really nice, but a bit slippery in spots.
I like to get some exercise, but diet is where I am a helpless junkie. I was born with a really bad addiction to fast food, and chocolate. On top of that, I don't exactly have an aversion to haute cuisine either. The only thing that I don't like to eat, is the stuff that I should be eating. As a child my favorite food was Kentucky Fried Chicken. I honestly remember smelling KFC drifting into the back seat of my parent's car from the restaurants we drove past when I was a kid. I understand that is a bit crazy. I don't really eat it much any more, unless I am really upset about something. I know I can eat almost an entire bucket, so I don't go near it if possible.
Ok, there it is. I like to work out, but I love to eat junk. I need to lose weight or I will have to take the bp pills with bad side affects. God only knows what my arteries look like at this point, so this is it, my big chance to get the weight off for good. I just hope I don't die choking on a salad somewhere.
Like so many others, I have made a New Years resolution to take off some weight. I have always been up and down ranging from as low as 185 to as high as 235. I am 5'11, so I really shouldn't be carrying around all this extra weight at my current 225. I would be really happy to get below 200 and stay there, and that is where my doctor would like to see me too.
I am also a little high in the blood pressure area, and really need to get it under control or I will be on pills. My doctor wants me to take them now, but I would like to see what happens after I lose this weight and then take another look at the situation.
In my late twenties I worked in a fitness center and trained a lot of people. I was really into fitness and it was almost an all encompassing lifestyle of working out, drinking MetRx, and working out again. I am not really interested in living in a gym at 41, so I started some moderate walking for 4 to 5 miles each day at about 4 miles per hour weather permitting. I actually did it today in a snow storm. It was really nice, but a bit slippery in spots.
I like to get some exercise, but diet is where I am a helpless junkie. I was born with a really bad addiction to fast food, and chocolate. On top of that, I don't exactly have an aversion to haute cuisine either. The only thing that I don't like to eat, is the stuff that I should be eating. As a child my favorite food was Kentucky Fried Chicken. I honestly remember smelling KFC drifting into the back seat of my parent's car from the restaurants we drove past when I was a kid. I understand that is a bit crazy. I don't really eat it much any more, unless I am really upset about something. I know I can eat almost an entire bucket, so I don't go near it if possible.
Ok, there it is. I like to work out, but I love to eat junk. I need to lose weight or I will have to take the bp pills with bad side affects. God only knows what my arteries look like at this point, so this is it, my big chance to get the weight off for good. I just hope I don't die choking on a salad somewhere.