Well today is Monday which also means it is weigh-in day. It has been one week since I re-instituted the SELAP Diet. My tendency when I start dieting is to weigh myself everyday. Well, that's really not a good thing and let's be honest, it's a little compulsive. Fortunately (or unfortunately) I don't have a working scale at home right now. The YMCA where I am working out has a very nice scale so that is where the weigh-ins will be taking place.
To be honest I was a little nervous to step on the scale. I did pretty well Monday through Friday of last week. I can't really say the same for the weekend. I went out on Saturday to run some errands and had lunch. On Sunday went out to dinner and a movie with my wife and sons. Now, I did eat less than I normally would in these situations but I didn't adhere very strictly to the rules I laid in out in my previous post. So when it came time to face the music I was afraid I might be singing in a minor key.
Last week I weighed 249. Today I weighed in at ......................244! Not a bad start at all. Now only 54 pounds to go.
I need to lose weight (again)
Monday, March 5, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
The SELAP Diet
The year 2000 was an eventful year. First there was the whole Y2K thing, I mean who didn't enjoy that? Then there was Bush vs. Gore, that was fun. 2000 was also the year that I reached my peak of being a fat guy. It was a time of Sizzler buffets and midnight runs to Jack in the Box. I was actually pretty fine with this. I had pretty much come to the conclusion that being a fat guy was just who I was and I wasn't feeling any motivation to change destiny.
That summer I was playing floor hockey with a group of guys who were all at least a decade younger than I was. Being an older fat guy I was starting to get tired running around (as old fat guys are apt to do) so I decided to take a turn playing goalie. This turned out to be a fateful decision.
At one point I tried to pivot my foot in order to block a shot with my leg. My heel remained affixed to the floor. I can remember looking down to see my knee doing an imitation of Linda Blair's head in the Exorcist. For a split second my rational mind remained in tact and I thought to myself, "This isn't good' right as I collapsed to the floor. I wish I could say that I gritted my teeth and stoically fought through the pain but I think my actual response was a tad more dramatic and a mite girlish (hey it hurt). So the evening ended up with a trip to the ER and a large splint.
A couple of days later I was at a follow up visit with my doctor. While going over the extent and the possible causes of my injury he said,"You need to think of your knees as a bridge that's designed for a pickup . Right now you're driving a semi". In other words, lose weight or risk losing an ambulatory middle age.
I wish I could say that I immediately started a strict regimen of healthy eating and exercise but that would be lying. The fact is it took a few months and working my way through various excuses before I finally made the determination to turn this semi into a sleek, souped up pickup. Thus, with the start of 2001 came my invention of the Stop Eating Like a Pig (SELAP) diet.
I came to the conclusion that the reason I weighed a lot more than I wanted to was because I was eating way too much food. Instead of approaching food as fuel I saw it as a friend and comforter. I also tended to act as if each meal might be my last ever, so I better stuff as much down as I could just in case. Figuring this out helped me develop a plan to reverse this way of thinking.
Here is how it works:
Last Monday I went to the gym and weighed myself. I came in at 249 lbs.. I plan to do a weigh in each Monday and will record the results here. I'll be honest, I am not looking forward to this process and I'm pissed off that I put myself in the position of having to go through it again. But, you can't change the past and so now I look to the future. One where taking my shirt off at the beach in Hawaii won't result in people mistaking me for a manatee.
That summer I was playing floor hockey with a group of guys who were all at least a decade younger than I was. Being an older fat guy I was starting to get tired running around (as old fat guys are apt to do) so I decided to take a turn playing goalie. This turned out to be a fateful decision.
At one point I tried to pivot my foot in order to block a shot with my leg. My heel remained affixed to the floor. I can remember looking down to see my knee doing an imitation of Linda Blair's head in the Exorcist. For a split second my rational mind remained in tact and I thought to myself, "This isn't good' right as I collapsed to the floor. I wish I could say that I gritted my teeth and stoically fought through the pain but I think my actual response was a tad more dramatic and a mite girlish (hey it hurt). So the evening ended up with a trip to the ER and a large splint.
A couple of days later I was at a follow up visit with my doctor. While going over the extent and the possible causes of my injury he said,"You need to think of your knees as a bridge that's designed for a pickup . Right now you're driving a semi". In other words, lose weight or risk losing an ambulatory middle age.
I wish I could say that I immediately started a strict regimen of healthy eating and exercise but that would be lying. The fact is it took a few months and working my way through various excuses before I finally made the determination to turn this semi into a sleek, souped up pickup. Thus, with the start of 2001 came my invention of the Stop Eating Like a Pig (SELAP) diet.
I came to the conclusion that the reason I weighed a lot more than I wanted to was because I was eating way too much food. Instead of approaching food as fuel I saw it as a friend and comforter. I also tended to act as if each meal might be my last ever, so I better stuff as much down as I could just in case. Figuring this out helped me develop a plan to reverse this way of thinking.
Here is how it works:
- Set a hard ceiling for how many calories I will eat in a day and keep close track of everything I eat so as to not pass that number.
- Avoid wasted calories. If I am going to eat something, I need to make sure it is actually going to be providing some measurable nutritional value (ie. protein,fiber,vitamins etc...).
- Drink lots of water as an appetite suppressant and don't drink calories. (The exceptions to this would be for instance drinking a real fruit smoothie or protein shake as a meal.)
- Exercise regularly. (I actually believe calorie reduction is the key to the weight loss but I think the discipline of the exercise makes me take the food intake part more seriously)
Last Monday I went to the gym and weighed myself. I came in at 249 lbs.. I plan to do a weigh in each Monday and will record the results here. I'll be honest, I am not looking forward to this process and I'm pissed off that I put myself in the position of having to go through it again. But, you can't change the past and so now I look to the future. One where taking my shirt off at the beach in Hawaii won't result in people mistaking me for a manatee.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Confessions of a Fat Guy
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I grew up a skinny kid, I mean really skinny. Ribs were visible. Knees knobbed. My dad said that when I wore shorts I looked like a pair of pliers. All through my high school and college years my inseam possessed a larger number than my waist, and through it all I ate with abandon.
"Yes, I'll have the 20 piece chicken nuggets. Ten tacos? No Problem. You know what makes a Big Mac even better? Another Big Mac!". Ah, that was the life, unlimited food without consequences.
But eventually it caught up with me. It really seemed like one night I went to sleep one night blissfully slim and woke up to find my face had grown two new chins and bending down to tie my shoes was a lot harder. I was forced to face the ugly truth, I had turned into a fat guy.
This realization resulted in me experiencing 6 different stages of fat guyness:
Truth be told I have lost weight several times. I have even kept if off for several years. But, stuff happens and food's siren song always beckons. Eventually I wake up and once again see a fat guy staring back at me from the bathroom mirror. Over the last couple of years my I have lost and refound the same 25 pounds several times. I believe it is time for me to get off the weight loss trampoline.
I recently opened a Facebook account. One reason for doing that was for greater accountability. I figured committing to make weekly weigh in reports on there will create incentive to stay the course. The possibility of public shame and scorn is powerful. In December I am going to California for a wedding and to spend Christmas with family . I want to weigh less than 200 pounds by then. In addition to my Facebook updates I'll use this blog to occasionally provide more details and observations about the process, Wish me luck.
I grew up a skinny kid, I mean really skinny. Ribs were visible. Knees knobbed. My dad said that when I wore shorts I looked like a pair of pliers. All through my high school and college years my inseam possessed a larger number than my waist, and through it all I ate with abandon.
"Yes, I'll have the 20 piece chicken nuggets. Ten tacos? No Problem. You know what makes a Big Mac even better? Another Big Mac!". Ah, that was the life, unlimited food without consequences.
But eventually it caught up with me. It really seemed like one night I went to sleep one night blissfully slim and woke up to find my face had grown two new chins and bending down to tie my shoes was a lot harder. I was forced to face the ugly truth, I had turned into a fat guy.
This realization resulted in me experiencing 6 different stages of fat guyness:
- Denial (I'm not fat, I just finally filled out),
- Bargaining (OK, I'll eat the Ultimate Cheeseburger today and I won't eat the rest of the week),
- Anger (Which one of you jerks stole my metabolism?)
- Depression ( I feel sad sad, maybe a pizza will make me happy)
- Indifference ( I could lose it anytime I want, I'm just not sure I want to) and finally
- Acceptance (I like being fat. I refuse to conform to society's superficial standards).
Truth be told I have lost weight several times. I have even kept if off for several years. But, stuff happens and food's siren song always beckons. Eventually I wake up and once again see a fat guy staring back at me from the bathroom mirror. Over the last couple of years my I have lost and refound the same 25 pounds several times. I believe it is time for me to get off the weight loss trampoline.
I recently opened a Facebook account. One reason for doing that was for greater accountability. I figured committing to make weekly weigh in reports on there will create incentive to stay the course. The possibility of public shame and scorn is powerful. In December I am going to California for a wedding and to spend Christmas with family . I want to weigh less than 200 pounds by then. In addition to my Facebook updates I'll use this blog to occasionally provide more details and observations about the process, Wish me luck.
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