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Hello all J. I thought I’d introduce myself here.
I’m 6’ 2” (187cm) and I’ve got blue eyes and short light brown hair. I’ve come to this forum after seeing how supportive you all can be. I hope to partake in that, and support others in return. J
So, I guess I should tell you my story, to get you started.
YEAR ONE: 19 years old.
I was 18 stone. I’d always been overweight as I’d gone to my grandparent’s at the weekend, since I was 4 – and my nan sure loved to cook. I was an only child, and I didn’t have a father to do active things with. So, my body never got much exercise when I was younger.
This was the year I’d first come to University, and experienced much different attitudes and ways of living compared to the backwards little town I grew up in (beautiful as it was) and then I read it. Twas a life changing book: The Soccer Field Is Empty, by Mark A Roeder. A truly beautiful story. It made me realise that people are going to look for beauty in the superficiality first, before they look on the inside. That was a hard realisation to make; but it then became clear why even though I’ve always been a 1900’s true romantic, I’d never had a boyfriend. L Sigh. I realised I had to change my body. Drastically.
So I did research – lots of it. I devised a suitable workout plan, a diet tailored to countermand the effects of my previous lifestyle, and set myself up to begin.
I had to go home for the summer, and that’s when I started. I couldn’t let anyone from my family know what I was doing, as they wouldn’t have supported me. So, I bought some weights in secret and worked out while everyone was away. I also went swimming a lot (we have an open air pool) and that helped, although I’ve splashed about in the water on and off in the summers as something to do. This was exercise. And it helped.
By the end of that summer, I’d lost nearly 3 stone. J People began noticing the difference, (whilst I was really overweight, I’d always carried it well – I looked about 15 stone at 18 stone) and started calling me on it. Just before I left to return to Uni, I told my nan about my goals. She didn’t agree, she thought I’d look so thin (you gotta be kidding me??) and didn’t want me to. I stuck to my guns and told her how important this was to me. Eventually she let it go, but she tried to talk me out of it at every opportunity.
So, I went back to Uni. I didn’t know anyone I was living with, so this’d be a perfect time to focus on my own goals and make some progress. I exercised my regime, and stuck to my diet. I kept losing, but nowhere near as much. Eventually, I got down to 14 stone before that Christmas. During this time I also got some support from one of my flatmates, who thought what I was doing was good for me.
Christmas, of course, was a disaster for my body. I put on 2 stone again, and that was with trying to be careful. I very quickly learned that my body wanted to be fat; return to what it was always used to. Ever since it’s always been a lot more easy to put on weight than it has been to take it off, no matter how much exercise I do. But still… I digress J.
Returning from Christmas, I used this setback as fuel for the fire. I went back into it with renewed vigour, and lost 4 stone after all that in 3 and a half months. I was down to 12 stone, and could fit in 32” jeans! I was pleased, but there was still a long way to go. I still had a sizeable gut on me, which tells me I must have quite thin hips (strange, as I have really, really broad shoulders… oh well) Unfortunately, my flatmate and her friends were all of the opinion that I’d gone far enough, and started a campaign to try and convince me to stop. It semi worked; I kept up with the exercise but I started eating more with them socially. It left me nonplussed.
YEAR TWO. Now 20 years old.
So, the beginning of the summer after that year (these are academic years btw) I was living with my nan. I’m sure you can imagine how that worked. I was determined I would exercise and keep to my diet, but she kept trying to tempt me away and back with her naughty foods. I resisted. And resisted, and she kept on. No one supported my goals anymore; not now I was about a 32” waist. They said if anything I was a little too thin. Given that I still had a belly, and my legs were fatty, and so were my arms, with no muscle what so ever… I didn’t agree, somehow. I got so determined during one period that I got myself down to a 30”, but only just. Still had a gut, still felt overweight. Now some people might think that I’m seeing whats not really there, but honestly, there was fat still hanging over my groin. At the end of my stay there my nan wore me down again, and I stopped the diet and exercise. I tried to stay on it, I really did, but when someone keeps on at you at every opportunity, you kinda lose your steam I guess.
YEAR THREE. Now 21 years old.
At this point, I’d gotten so angry and determined, that after nearly 2 years of doing this I hadn’t gotten rid of it, that I threw myself back into it again. In 5 weeks I demolished the remaining fat on my body, and was 30” waist again, well on the way to removing my stomach too. I had those nice depressions either side of your hips above the groin, and I nearly lost my man-boobs altogether. I was beginning to like my body. The target clothes I had bought myself over the years – I was actually wearing them. I loved it. This lasted about a week before my birthday. At this point, all my friends and my workmates (I’m on placement this year) started on at me again, telling me to stop, not persuading this time. I tried to resist as long as I could, but again, it wore me down. Then I went with some workmates on a ‘jolly’, doing some work elsewhere. We were surveying an old hospital about 100 miles from where we were. So, I had no choice but to eat like a king with them for that time. I managed to put on about 2 and a half stone in 4 days, the period I’d been there. I was distraught. I told myself no, I’d just start again. But it hasn’t worked like that. Ever since, right up to now, I have been yo-yoing backwards and forth… at the beginning of YEAR FOUR, 22 years old, I had starting again for a little while, but then just kept giving up. I think I have trained my subconscious into recognising that I can’t do this. So, to rectify that, I’m having hypnotherapy next Thursday.
I hope this time I can keep it going until I reach my goal and afterwards too, to keep it up. I want to get to a point of slimness where I can see the development of a little muscle, but not too much. Slim and toned is the goal, I just hope its still possible.
Any comments would be welcome,
Ciao,
Arron
I’m 6’ 2” (187cm) and I’ve got blue eyes and short light brown hair. I’ve come to this forum after seeing how supportive you all can be. I hope to partake in that, and support others in return. J
So, I guess I should tell you my story, to get you started.
YEAR ONE: 19 years old.
I was 18 stone. I’d always been overweight as I’d gone to my grandparent’s at the weekend, since I was 4 – and my nan sure loved to cook. I was an only child, and I didn’t have a father to do active things with. So, my body never got much exercise when I was younger.
This was the year I’d first come to University, and experienced much different attitudes and ways of living compared to the backwards little town I grew up in (beautiful as it was) and then I read it. Twas a life changing book: The Soccer Field Is Empty, by Mark A Roeder. A truly beautiful story. It made me realise that people are going to look for beauty in the superficiality first, before they look on the inside. That was a hard realisation to make; but it then became clear why even though I’ve always been a 1900’s true romantic, I’d never had a boyfriend. L Sigh. I realised I had to change my body. Drastically.
So I did research – lots of it. I devised a suitable workout plan, a diet tailored to countermand the effects of my previous lifestyle, and set myself up to begin.
I had to go home for the summer, and that’s when I started. I couldn’t let anyone from my family know what I was doing, as they wouldn’t have supported me. So, I bought some weights in secret and worked out while everyone was away. I also went swimming a lot (we have an open air pool) and that helped, although I’ve splashed about in the water on and off in the summers as something to do. This was exercise. And it helped.
By the end of that summer, I’d lost nearly 3 stone. J People began noticing the difference, (whilst I was really overweight, I’d always carried it well – I looked about 15 stone at 18 stone) and started calling me on it. Just before I left to return to Uni, I told my nan about my goals. She didn’t agree, she thought I’d look so thin (you gotta be kidding me??) and didn’t want me to. I stuck to my guns and told her how important this was to me. Eventually she let it go, but she tried to talk me out of it at every opportunity.
So, I went back to Uni. I didn’t know anyone I was living with, so this’d be a perfect time to focus on my own goals and make some progress. I exercised my regime, and stuck to my diet. I kept losing, but nowhere near as much. Eventually, I got down to 14 stone before that Christmas. During this time I also got some support from one of my flatmates, who thought what I was doing was good for me.
Christmas, of course, was a disaster for my body. I put on 2 stone again, and that was with trying to be careful. I very quickly learned that my body wanted to be fat; return to what it was always used to. Ever since it’s always been a lot more easy to put on weight than it has been to take it off, no matter how much exercise I do. But still… I digress J.
Returning from Christmas, I used this setback as fuel for the fire. I went back into it with renewed vigour, and lost 4 stone after all that in 3 and a half months. I was down to 12 stone, and could fit in 32” jeans! I was pleased, but there was still a long way to go. I still had a sizeable gut on me, which tells me I must have quite thin hips (strange, as I have really, really broad shoulders… oh well) Unfortunately, my flatmate and her friends were all of the opinion that I’d gone far enough, and started a campaign to try and convince me to stop. It semi worked; I kept up with the exercise but I started eating more with them socially. It left me nonplussed.
YEAR TWO. Now 20 years old.
So, the beginning of the summer after that year (these are academic years btw) I was living with my nan. I’m sure you can imagine how that worked. I was determined I would exercise and keep to my diet, but she kept trying to tempt me away and back with her naughty foods. I resisted. And resisted, and she kept on. No one supported my goals anymore; not now I was about a 32” waist. They said if anything I was a little too thin. Given that I still had a belly, and my legs were fatty, and so were my arms, with no muscle what so ever… I didn’t agree, somehow. I got so determined during one period that I got myself down to a 30”, but only just. Still had a gut, still felt overweight. Now some people might think that I’m seeing whats not really there, but honestly, there was fat still hanging over my groin. At the end of my stay there my nan wore me down again, and I stopped the diet and exercise. I tried to stay on it, I really did, but when someone keeps on at you at every opportunity, you kinda lose your steam I guess.
YEAR THREE. Now 21 years old.
At this point, I’d gotten so angry and determined, that after nearly 2 years of doing this I hadn’t gotten rid of it, that I threw myself back into it again. In 5 weeks I demolished the remaining fat on my body, and was 30” waist again, well on the way to removing my stomach too. I had those nice depressions either side of your hips above the groin, and I nearly lost my man-boobs altogether. I was beginning to like my body. The target clothes I had bought myself over the years – I was actually wearing them. I loved it. This lasted about a week before my birthday. At this point, all my friends and my workmates (I’m on placement this year) started on at me again, telling me to stop, not persuading this time. I tried to resist as long as I could, but again, it wore me down. Then I went with some workmates on a ‘jolly’, doing some work elsewhere. We were surveying an old hospital about 100 miles from where we were. So, I had no choice but to eat like a king with them for that time. I managed to put on about 2 and a half stone in 4 days, the period I’d been there. I was distraught. I told myself no, I’d just start again. But it hasn’t worked like that. Ever since, right up to now, I have been yo-yoing backwards and forth… at the beginning of YEAR FOUR, 22 years old, I had starting again for a little while, but then just kept giving up. I think I have trained my subconscious into recognising that I can’t do this. So, to rectify that, I’m having hypnotherapy next Thursday.
I hope this time I can keep it going until I reach my goal and afterwards too, to keep it up. I want to get to a point of slimness where I can see the development of a little muscle, but not too much. Slim and toned is the goal, I just hope its still possible.
Any comments would be welcome,
Ciao,
Arron
