San2
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Hello everybody!
I am new to this forum, and new to the wonderful world of losing weight. So please bear with me. I have never done anything like this before, so I apologise in advance for probably sometimes rather lengthy, boring entries, and occasional bouts of insanity. But there is nobody around who is interested in what I'm doing, weight wise, so I hope to find some people who know what it's like to try and lose weight, and everything that comes with it.
So, first things first:
"Hello, my name is San, I'm 33, and I seriously need to lose weight."
Phew. Okay, that made me feel a little better. Even though, if you could see me, I wouldn't have to tell you the bit about losing weight. It's as plain as day.
I'm 5"11, and on the 8th of August 2008, my weight was 369 lbs. The highest I have ever been. The highest I ever want to be. I don't know what happened on the 8th of August, but at some point during that day, the penny must have finally dropped. I just don't want to be fat anymore.
I've got friends who would be shouting at me now. You're not fat, just curvy. Cuddly. Stuff like that. But let's face it, at 369 lbs, you're not curvy, cuddly or anything else. You're fat.
I have been big since I was about 13. I could probably blame my crappy life for a lot of the weight gain, but that's long ago, and I'm still fat. So instead, I'm gonna blame myself, and take responsibility. Took long enough. As said, I'm not sure what triggered it, but here are some of the things that went through my head that day:
I'm sick of getting out of breath while lacing my shoes.
I'm sick of getting cramps while cutting my toe nails.
I'm sick of sticking to the shower curtain all the time because I'm too fat to fit fully into the shower.
I'm sick of having boring sex because my weight doesn't allow for much activity, and I'm also sick of feeling like having a heart attack afterwards...and not because it was that good either!!
I'm sick of being sick after another bout of overeating.
I'm sick of having trouble getting in and out of the car.
I'm sick of waking up in pain because even the best mattress can't compensate for my weight.
I'm sick of headaches and high blood pressure.
I'm sick of not being able to wear nice clothes.
I'm sick of being this fat.
The list could probably go on and on.
The 8th of September was a Friday. That day, I threw all crisps, chocolate, cookies and all the other stuff out of the window. Followed by my coffee, which used to be my lifeline. I would drink about 20 cups of coffee per day, each with about 4 spoons of sugar. I never realised how much it was, but....it's absolutely insane. I'm surprised I haven't got diabetes or something like that yet.
Anyway....I know exactly what I did wrong, which makes it somewhat easier to make things better. At the moment, I am not dieting as such. I don't want to go on a diet, I want to change my eating habits completely, which will automatically bring my weight down. Okay, maybe I need to cut down a little more here and there, but I don't want to stick to a diet plan for the rest of my life.
So far, I changed what I eat, what I drink, and more importantly, when I eat. My original eating habits were these:
Get up at 7.30.
Eat nothing until about 12, but drink about 10 cups of coffee with piles of sugar.
Eat either a mini meal, leftovers or piles of sandwiches at around 12-ish
Eat chocolate, crisps, cookies or whatever else I could find until about 10 pm
Drink another 10 cups of coffee
Have dinner at around 10 pm, usually high calorie stuff with cream etc.
Go to bed at 11.30
I think I managed to change things quite considerably so far:
Get up at 7.30
Have breakfast at about 9.30 - 2 slices of crisp bread, with cheese or ham
Have a fruit smoothie (self made) at about 12
Have some fruit of choice whenever I feel hungry
Dinner between 5.30 - 6pm.
Nothing afterwards
Go to bed at 11.30
Drink about 4 -5 pints of water with just a splash of fruit juice (I can't drink pure water, makes me sick)
I can't say that I feel any different since I started eating differently. If anything, I feel more tired, but I hope that is going to change. I haven't started with any exercise yet, but will see if I can hop onto our old exercise bike in a few. Even if it is only for 20 minutes, it's better than nothing.
On the 8th, I had 361 lbs. Today, on the 18th, I've got 351.4. Most of the weight I lost was probably water, and I know it is not going to go on this fast, but it's a start. I carried this weight around with me for 20 years, I can take my time losing it.
I want to try and make it down to 200 lbs. Which won't give me a model figure by any means, but I'm realistic enough to know that I'll never make it there anyway. It's not so much about figure anyway than it is about my health. I'd like to make it to 40 without a heart attack, thank you very much!!
I know it might take me two, maybe three years to get there. But that's okay.
Oh, and for those who want to diet, but just can't make it 'click' in their heads, here's a tip:
Take your digital camera, or even cellphone, and take a picture of yourself naked. From all angles, front, back, sides. Download them to your computer, and crank them up so you see every detail. I did that, and you know what? I was absolutely disgusted by what I saw. I realised that my own view of myself and what others saw was totally different. It's a rude awakening, but definitely an eye opener.
Okay, enough rambling for a day. Sorry for boring you. And if you have made it this far, thanks for reading.
San
I am new to this forum, and new to the wonderful world of losing weight. So please bear with me. I have never done anything like this before, so I apologise in advance for probably sometimes rather lengthy, boring entries, and occasional bouts of insanity. But there is nobody around who is interested in what I'm doing, weight wise, so I hope to find some people who know what it's like to try and lose weight, and everything that comes with it.
So, first things first:
"Hello, my name is San, I'm 33, and I seriously need to lose weight."
Phew. Okay, that made me feel a little better. Even though, if you could see me, I wouldn't have to tell you the bit about losing weight. It's as plain as day.
I'm 5"11, and on the 8th of August 2008, my weight was 369 lbs. The highest I have ever been. The highest I ever want to be. I don't know what happened on the 8th of August, but at some point during that day, the penny must have finally dropped. I just don't want to be fat anymore.
I've got friends who would be shouting at me now. You're not fat, just curvy. Cuddly. Stuff like that. But let's face it, at 369 lbs, you're not curvy, cuddly or anything else. You're fat.
I have been big since I was about 13. I could probably blame my crappy life for a lot of the weight gain, but that's long ago, and I'm still fat. So instead, I'm gonna blame myself, and take responsibility. Took long enough. As said, I'm not sure what triggered it, but here are some of the things that went through my head that day:
I'm sick of getting out of breath while lacing my shoes.
I'm sick of getting cramps while cutting my toe nails.
I'm sick of sticking to the shower curtain all the time because I'm too fat to fit fully into the shower.
I'm sick of having boring sex because my weight doesn't allow for much activity, and I'm also sick of feeling like having a heart attack afterwards...and not because it was that good either!!
I'm sick of being sick after another bout of overeating.
I'm sick of having trouble getting in and out of the car.
I'm sick of waking up in pain because even the best mattress can't compensate for my weight.
I'm sick of headaches and high blood pressure.
I'm sick of not being able to wear nice clothes.
I'm sick of being this fat.
The list could probably go on and on.
The 8th of September was a Friday. That day, I threw all crisps, chocolate, cookies and all the other stuff out of the window. Followed by my coffee, which used to be my lifeline. I would drink about 20 cups of coffee per day, each with about 4 spoons of sugar. I never realised how much it was, but....it's absolutely insane. I'm surprised I haven't got diabetes or something like that yet.
Anyway....I know exactly what I did wrong, which makes it somewhat easier to make things better. At the moment, I am not dieting as such. I don't want to go on a diet, I want to change my eating habits completely, which will automatically bring my weight down. Okay, maybe I need to cut down a little more here and there, but I don't want to stick to a diet plan for the rest of my life.
So far, I changed what I eat, what I drink, and more importantly, when I eat. My original eating habits were these:
Get up at 7.30.
Eat nothing until about 12, but drink about 10 cups of coffee with piles of sugar.
Eat either a mini meal, leftovers or piles of sandwiches at around 12-ish
Eat chocolate, crisps, cookies or whatever else I could find until about 10 pm
Drink another 10 cups of coffee
Have dinner at around 10 pm, usually high calorie stuff with cream etc.
Go to bed at 11.30
I think I managed to change things quite considerably so far:
Get up at 7.30
Have breakfast at about 9.30 - 2 slices of crisp bread, with cheese or ham
Have a fruit smoothie (self made) at about 12
Have some fruit of choice whenever I feel hungry
Dinner between 5.30 - 6pm.
Nothing afterwards
Go to bed at 11.30
Drink about 4 -5 pints of water with just a splash of fruit juice (I can't drink pure water, makes me sick)
I can't say that I feel any different since I started eating differently. If anything, I feel more tired, but I hope that is going to change. I haven't started with any exercise yet, but will see if I can hop onto our old exercise bike in a few. Even if it is only for 20 minutes, it's better than nothing.
On the 8th, I had 361 lbs. Today, on the 18th, I've got 351.4. Most of the weight I lost was probably water, and I know it is not going to go on this fast, but it's a start. I carried this weight around with me for 20 years, I can take my time losing it.
I want to try and make it down to 200 lbs. Which won't give me a model figure by any means, but I'm realistic enough to know that I'll never make it there anyway. It's not so much about figure anyway than it is about my health. I'd like to make it to 40 without a heart attack, thank you very much!!
I know it might take me two, maybe three years to get there. But that's okay.
Oh, and for those who want to diet, but just can't make it 'click' in their heads, here's a tip:
Take your digital camera, or even cellphone, and take a picture of yourself naked. From all angles, front, back, sides. Download them to your computer, and crank them up so you see every detail. I did that, and you know what? I was absolutely disgusted by what I saw. I realised that my own view of myself and what others saw was totally different. It's a rude awakening, but definitely an eye opener.
Okay, enough rambling for a day. Sorry for boring you. And if you have made it this far, thanks for reading.
San
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