MrVee
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I'm a recently turned 41 year old man who weighed around 375 pounds (height=5'11") on July 1. Otherwise no other real health issues other than having my gallbladder removed last year. I have not always been this weight. In my late twenties I weighed roughly half that amount (around 180-185), and got up into the 300s by the time I was maybe 36. How the hell I gained that much weight in seven or eight years I don't know, but I kept packing the weight on since then.
On July 1 I joined a gym and signed up for personal training for three times a week and then two weeks after that I adopted a 2500 calorie a day diet. A month after that I cut the daily calories to 2200 (after reading something online). My plan was simply not to diet, but to eat like I was planning on eating after I eventually lost the close to 200 pounds I want to lose. My hope was to lose about 150 in two years and then get the final 40 or so slowly whittled away over the next two.
This morning (October 5, slightly more than three months later) I weighed 336. I've been playing basketball and racquetball and in between doing some strength training with my trainer at the club, I go to the club roughly 5 times a week but no less than 4. I don't get much exercise from work as I work out of my home, so I try and do things like take stairs and walk places I might otherwise drive to make up for that. My diet is somewhat omnivorous: eating almost everything I was eating before, but eating less of it (and trying to cram more veggies into it) and trying to eat out or order food as little as possible. Counting calories in other words. I feel fantastic. I went up seven flights of stairs to my car in a parking garage last week, and while I certainly was breathing heavy at the top, I would have been breathing heavy at the top when I was 28 and 185 pounds too. I have very little in the way of food cravings, primarily because if I want a taco or a burger or something, I have it and count up the calories.
So that sounds like a success story, right? Well the problem is that weighing 336 pounds doesn't feel like much of a success story. I started this because I was tired of being fat and wanted to change. Well while I had rationally prepared myself for the idea that this was going to take a while, emotionally it really is discouraging seeing how fat I still currently am. And then of course there's the statistics on weight loss (statistics and probability is my field). Lots of people lose weight, a much smaller number keep it off. I'm terrified of failing at this.
As you might tell, patience is not a strong suit of mine, while I'm a world champion at anxiety. I'm not sure I'm looking for advice as much as I'm looking for an opportunity to vent, but if there's some sort of thing missing that maybe I should look into, I'd appreciate any tips. Thanks for reading.
On July 1 I joined a gym and signed up for personal training for three times a week and then two weeks after that I adopted a 2500 calorie a day diet. A month after that I cut the daily calories to 2200 (after reading something online). My plan was simply not to diet, but to eat like I was planning on eating after I eventually lost the close to 200 pounds I want to lose. My hope was to lose about 150 in two years and then get the final 40 or so slowly whittled away over the next two.
This morning (October 5, slightly more than three months later) I weighed 336. I've been playing basketball and racquetball and in between doing some strength training with my trainer at the club, I go to the club roughly 5 times a week but no less than 4. I don't get much exercise from work as I work out of my home, so I try and do things like take stairs and walk places I might otherwise drive to make up for that. My diet is somewhat omnivorous: eating almost everything I was eating before, but eating less of it (and trying to cram more veggies into it) and trying to eat out or order food as little as possible. Counting calories in other words. I feel fantastic. I went up seven flights of stairs to my car in a parking garage last week, and while I certainly was breathing heavy at the top, I would have been breathing heavy at the top when I was 28 and 185 pounds too. I have very little in the way of food cravings, primarily because if I want a taco or a burger or something, I have it and count up the calories.
So that sounds like a success story, right? Well the problem is that weighing 336 pounds doesn't feel like much of a success story. I started this because I was tired of being fat and wanted to change. Well while I had rationally prepared myself for the idea that this was going to take a while, emotionally it really is discouraging seeing how fat I still currently am. And then of course there's the statistics on weight loss (statistics and probability is my field). Lots of people lose weight, a much smaller number keep it off. I'm terrified of failing at this.
As you might tell, patience is not a strong suit of mine, while I'm a world champion at anxiety. I'm not sure I'm looking for advice as much as I'm looking for an opportunity to vent, but if there's some sort of thing missing that maybe I should look into, I'd appreciate any tips. Thanks for reading.
