timechaser
New member
Thanks to Amy1985's splendid diary, and her suggestion that I start mine, I be here to put down my story. Unfortunately I am not too good at regularly updating things especially on weekends and holidays so posting this here rather than in the diary section.
I have been fat for as long as I can remember. Chubby baby, chubby teenager and chubby person after that. Used to live in London for about 5 years. Work was hard, and every day when I came back, in the name of relaxation I used to vegetate in front of the TV with a tub of Haagen Dazs Strawberry Cheesecake. Heavenly tastewise but... I put on weight slowly. At first - it was "it's just a kilo", and then my baseline was raised, repeat ad nauseaum.
I landed up at about 100.2 Kilos (November last year). My job involves a fair bit of travelling and meeting clients. I was in one of my favourite shirts sitting down with a client and talking to her when I noticed that a button on my tummy had popped open. Closed it, but it refused to stay shut! And this was a 3 month old shirt! Yikes!
I guess that was my wake up call so I got my ass into gear. I had been going to the gym very very infrequently for about a year and a half, using the services of a personal trainer but whenever he decided to push, I used to slow down and say enough.
So one bright november morning, I rocked up at the gym and told the trainer that I had had enough and it was time to push.
Food control - watching what I eat, maniac calorie counting and pushing myself every day at the gym and I have lost 19.2 Kilos as of yesterday. I am down from a size 40 to a size 32 (as of yesterday) so feeling pretty chuffed.
I have read a couple of places where people are saying that this is not a race, and you dont need to kill yourself. Unfortunately my belief is diametrically opposite. You need to kill yourself to be reborn, to reinvent yourself. And if you dont have a concrete goal - and if you are like me with not too strong a will, you will never achieve it.
My method is simple - push a bit more every day. Set goals (lose 5 kilos, 10 kilos, lift 30lb dumb-bells: whatever basically) AND reward yourself when you achieve. Can be something simple - something you have put off buying for some time. I bought myself new headphones when I hit 85!
So my best wishes to everyone in the same race (yes, it IS a race) as me: good luck to us all.
I have been fat for as long as I can remember. Chubby baby, chubby teenager and chubby person after that. Used to live in London for about 5 years. Work was hard, and every day when I came back, in the name of relaxation I used to vegetate in front of the TV with a tub of Haagen Dazs Strawberry Cheesecake. Heavenly tastewise but... I put on weight slowly. At first - it was "it's just a kilo", and then my baseline was raised, repeat ad nauseaum.
I landed up at about 100.2 Kilos (November last year). My job involves a fair bit of travelling and meeting clients. I was in one of my favourite shirts sitting down with a client and talking to her when I noticed that a button on my tummy had popped open. Closed it, but it refused to stay shut! And this was a 3 month old shirt! Yikes!
I guess that was my wake up call so I got my ass into gear. I had been going to the gym very very infrequently for about a year and a half, using the services of a personal trainer but whenever he decided to push, I used to slow down and say enough.
So one bright november morning, I rocked up at the gym and told the trainer that I had had enough and it was time to push.
Food control - watching what I eat, maniac calorie counting and pushing myself every day at the gym and I have lost 19.2 Kilos as of yesterday. I am down from a size 40 to a size 32 (as of yesterday) so feeling pretty chuffed.
I have read a couple of places where people are saying that this is not a race, and you dont need to kill yourself. Unfortunately my belief is diametrically opposite. You need to kill yourself to be reborn, to reinvent yourself. And if you dont have a concrete goal - and if you are like me with not too strong a will, you will never achieve it.
My method is simple - push a bit more every day. Set goals (lose 5 kilos, 10 kilos, lift 30lb dumb-bells: whatever basically) AND reward yourself when you achieve. Can be something simple - something you have put off buying for some time. I bought myself new headphones when I hit 85!
So my best wishes to everyone in the same race (yes, it IS a race) as me: good luck to us all.