222 to 165
Not too long ago I stepped on the scale, it read 222 pounds and supposedly 24% body fat. I stepped off, looked in the mirror, just thought, ugh, you’re one gross fat fuck. As I was having my shower I tried imagining some hot actress joining me only I struggled to picture one that’d want to have sex with a fat fuck such as myself. It was bad, I could barely see my junk, I felt like crap. My lower back was in constant pain from sitting 12+ hours a day from work. I wasn’t walking anywhere and my knees made the most excruciating bone cracking noise ever. I could easily drink a bottle of wine a day, I could eat a lot and it showed. By now the water turned as cold as my imagination, I got out of the shower feeling sorry for myself. I leaned over to grab some mouth wash from under the sink, in the process of bending over then getting up I suddenly became dizzy, vision blurred, felt light headed, the room shrunk into spinning black hole of nothingness.
When I regained consciousness I thought perhaps it was just from the long hot shower, change in temperature, who knows. It was a bit of a trippy experience that’s for sure. Fast forward a couple months, a dozen or so incidences of syncope occur. After a number of visits to the doc, chiropractor, neurologist, and cardiologist I’m told that I can try drinking less water (I was drinking about 120 ounces a day) or add some electrolytes to it, try some blood pressure medication, or go in for heart surgery. What the fuck!?
One of the immediate side effects of all these fun trips to nothingness was a pretty bad depression, probably some of the worse I’ve experienced. I couldn’t help but ask myself some big questions; contemplating life more deeply I told myself something major has to change otherwise I’ll get lost in this nothing. Sounds overly dramatic I know, but the feelings were very real. Thanks to the depression I lost my appetite for a month or so, this was a good thing really, it got me started on my original goal of getting down to 180 pounds. I also realized that drinking wasn’t really helping make me lose any weight or make me feel any better so I stopped that too. Sure enough 222 to 190 in the course of 2 months or so. My stomach and appetite have shrunk drastically by this point.
Another couple of months go by and I’m on a much better and more balanced albeit reduced calorie “diet”. Lots of fruit, veg, protein, less bread (oh how I love bread), less sugar, no HFCS, the usual normal crap that everybody tries to do. Nothing special. Now down to 180… My back pain is pretty much gone by now though I’m still getting dizzy randomly.
So that brings me to today. I’m now apparently 165 pounds and the scale says about 15% body fat. I used to wear a 34/36 with a belt and am now wearing a 29 (grr more money for new clothes, at least I could donate the old). I’m eating quite a bit, or at least I feel like I am, but am still losing. I can only guess that perhaps my metabolism has gotten a nice kick in the ass, I’m not sure. At any rate, and more importantly, I’ve been trying to make some of those major changes. To help reduce the stress, I’ve been working from home for the past month and it’s made a huge difference on my general happiness. Especially with not having to commute, this makes me feel good on so many levels; if only I could sell the car now. I also found the most amazing puppy off Craiglist and so far Terra has been awesome at keeping my life active and structured. Six daily walks with her including errand runs and I’m probably averaging 10K. Instead of sitting on my ass waiting for the computer and the tools to respond, I take the time to do some exercise with an exercise ball (my chair), 35 pound kettle bell, and a pull up bar. It’s a bit surprising how often I’m actually doing some sort of exercise thanks to complicated modern technology
. I did join a local CrossFit which will be amazing but I think for now it may be a bit too much for me and the heart, perhaps I’ll start that up again soon.
There really isn’t any point to this other than to mark the moment in time so I can look back a year from now and measure the results and think about the changes. I’m not really a fan of the MySpace dude pics but I do like the idea of recording a photo a day for a year to do a time lapse. Posting now and doing another in a year might help me a little bit with getting into shape, though I really don’t know what I’d call “being in shape”. Even now I still get dizzy randomly but am much more aware of the symptoms and can work around it. Perhaps in shape for me means the incidences dropping to null. We’ll see
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