I decided to mix my forum addiction with my desire to lose weight and get healthy, so here I am.
A bit about me (feel free to stop reading at any time, I'm in a rambling mood):
I was raised in a large, poor family. As a growing boy, food was something to eat a lot of and fast when it was available. Weird combinations of whatever was left over in the fridge and pantry were consumed on a regular basis. This set the stage.
I was always an active kid, and this was true until my early twenties. I also could eat--a lot. I could (and still can, I admit) eat a large pizza in one sitting without even thinking about it. My activity and youth burned all that crap away.
Then I got a job in a coffee shop. I started taking in more calories than I could burn with lattes and muffins and all the crap I was eating. Did I cut down? Nope. I strapped on a pair of rollerblades, joined a karate class, and burned more calories down.
Then I moved to a different state and got a desk job. I went from 180 lbs to 220 in short order. I went from size 32 to size 36 pants. That was nearly eight years ago.
Here we are today. Size 36 is starting to get really uncomfortable, to the point where denial won't work too much longer. I just stepped on my scale, 230 lbs. I've been trying to diet but losing the battle of the binge on a regular basis. Reflux is such a part of my life I keep a large pillow by my bed to prop myself up when I eat too soon before bed. I'm on my feet all night at work, and my knees and feet feel like hell. If there is a hint of humidity I break out in sweat--and I mean rivers, not a tinkle.
Basically, I'm heavier than I've ever been and in the worst shape in my life.
I have a one year old baby boy and another kid due at the end of November. I'm worried that at this rate I won't be around to see them graduate college.
I've been trying to follow the Weight Watcher's Diet--counting points is the easiest for me and it has shown improvement, when I follow it. The problem is I never have the "full" feeling anymore. That pizza I mentioned before? Yeah, I can scarf it down and still not feel satisfied. I remember there was a time when I ate until I got to a "ahhhhhh" point, but I can't recall a specific time.
Another problem is my "I'll start Monday" mentality. I start out the week really good, but then I'll have a bad day--a day when all my "cheat points" are gone but I say "screw it" and get junk food anyway. Then I just figure the whole week is shot, I'll eat whatever I want and start again Monday. Meanwhile I'm stuffing my face since I won't be able to eat like that again come Monday.
That's enough rambling for now, I'll go back to lurking and reading stickies and whatnot. Hopefully the combination of this forum and an actual diet will work this time.
A bit about me (feel free to stop reading at any time, I'm in a rambling mood):
I was raised in a large, poor family. As a growing boy, food was something to eat a lot of and fast when it was available. Weird combinations of whatever was left over in the fridge and pantry were consumed on a regular basis. This set the stage.
I was always an active kid, and this was true until my early twenties. I also could eat--a lot. I could (and still can, I admit) eat a large pizza in one sitting without even thinking about it. My activity and youth burned all that crap away.
Then I got a job in a coffee shop. I started taking in more calories than I could burn with lattes and muffins and all the crap I was eating. Did I cut down? Nope. I strapped on a pair of rollerblades, joined a karate class, and burned more calories down.
Then I moved to a different state and got a desk job. I went from 180 lbs to 220 in short order. I went from size 32 to size 36 pants. That was nearly eight years ago.
Here we are today. Size 36 is starting to get really uncomfortable, to the point where denial won't work too much longer. I just stepped on my scale, 230 lbs. I've been trying to diet but losing the battle of the binge on a regular basis. Reflux is such a part of my life I keep a large pillow by my bed to prop myself up when I eat too soon before bed. I'm on my feet all night at work, and my knees and feet feel like hell. If there is a hint of humidity I break out in sweat--and I mean rivers, not a tinkle.
Basically, I'm heavier than I've ever been and in the worst shape in my life.
I have a one year old baby boy and another kid due at the end of November. I'm worried that at this rate I won't be around to see them graduate college.
I've been trying to follow the Weight Watcher's Diet--counting points is the easiest for me and it has shown improvement, when I follow it. The problem is I never have the "full" feeling anymore. That pizza I mentioned before? Yeah, I can scarf it down and still not feel satisfied. I remember there was a time when I ate until I got to a "ahhhhhh" point, but I can't recall a specific time.
Another problem is my "I'll start Monday" mentality. I start out the week really good, but then I'll have a bad day--a day when all my "cheat points" are gone but I say "screw it" and get junk food anyway. Then I just figure the whole week is shot, I'll eat whatever I want and start again Monday. Meanwhile I'm stuffing my face since I won't be able to eat like that again come Monday.
That's enough rambling for now, I'll go back to lurking and reading stickies and whatnot. Hopefully the combination of this forum and an actual diet will work this time.