I’ve always been a tubby bastard, ever since I was a kid, other than for about 5 years or so back in the early to mid ‘90s. I was a skinny bastard for a while then, having lost around 35kgs during 6 weeks of Basic training, but that’s the only time in my life I’ve ever been the right weight for my built. I’d love to be that fit & skinny again, but it involved being chased around by some seriously sadistic fuckers over the 6 week period, and it really wasn’t fun, so I think I’ll pass on going through that again :p
Anyway, my weight has floated around the 100-110kg mark for about the last 10 years, then started slowly creeping up until it peaked at 120kg towards the end of 2012, which is where I initially had a bit of a shock, and realised that I needed to actually do something purposeful about my weight, and that wishful thinking wasn’t going to do it. So I went to see the dietician, and made an appointment with the biokineticist, and I started to follow a diet of sorts for the first time in my adult life, and I even did a little exercise for a change. And I didn’t lose a gram so far as I could tell, which was pretty disheartening, and so it didn’t stick. I caught a bit of a break in early 2013 though, and ended up on a course where I ended up doing some light exercise for a while, had to cut down on the boozing over the weekends because I was busy with course work, and just generally ended up eating a bit less.
Subsequently I managed to lose around 12kg over about 5-6 months, was very nearly down to my goal weight of 105kg, and was feeling pretty good about how things were going. Then the course ended, and I stopped doing even the little bit of exercise I’d been doing. And I didn’t need to work on the weekends, so I was soon enjoying my whiskey in unhealthy quantities again. And the appetite came back again, so I was eating a bit more than I had been. And the inevitable happened and I started to put weight back on again.Nothing too dramatic, maybe 5kgs or so, and I was keeping an eye on it, and trying to be at least a little sensible about what and how much I was eating. But then two things happened which saw me piling on the weight very rapidly.
Firstly, I managed, at long last, to stop smoking. It’s about 3 months now, and given I’d had a 35-40 a day habit for the best part of 20 years, it’s something I’m quite happy about.
Provided it sticks, and that’s never a given, but we’ll take that as time goes by.
The downside however, as is so often the case when you stop smoking, is that I immediately started putting weight on. I now shouldn’t die of lung cancer (probably) in the next 10-20 years. The bad news though is that my ass has kinda exploded since then, so now there’s a better than even chance I’ll die of a massive coronary or stroke in the next five years. We’re talking “I’ve loaded on must be 20kgs since I stopped smoking!” kinda exploded. I knew I’d put on weight since I’d stopped, but I didn’t really care because, hey, stopped smoking, fuck yeah!
Which segues eventually into the second thing which happened, and that’s that I didn’t actually know how much weight I was putting on, just that I was.
Because I broke my bathroom scale.
I stood on it one afternoon, and it gave out a sad little ker-KLUNK and collapsed in on itself. And if that’s not a sign I should have fucking noticed, I don’t know what is. But as mentioned previously, I really wasn’t fussed about the extra weight because hey, stopped smoking, who cares!?
It couldn’t last though, and what really brought home the size my ass had ballooned to was a work thing I was involved in the last few weeks, where I had to wear a uniform I’d not worn in must be a year now. And suddenly I couldn’t get the buttons on the pants to close all the way up, just to the middle one. And when I bent over to lace my boots, I couldn’t breathe. Like, at all. And the jacket was uncomfortably tight, and only one of the 3 shirts came close to fitting me. The one that used to hang in my cupboard untouched because it was far too big…..
So yeah, cue a very long, sad face, and the recognition that this is an unacceptable and unsustainable state of affairs. I have to do something about my weight and general health status before it kills me. Stopping smoking is fantastic, and I really hope that I can sustain it, but the increased risk of diabetes and hypertension, the extra wear and tear on joints, heightened chance of stroke and heart attack, general discomfort and the negative effect obesity has on the self image and self esteem, all of these are equally serious health issues which need to be addressed
Besides, I don’t earn nearly enough to pull this off 😛
So that’s the background, and how I ended up where I am today. So where to from here?
Fundamentally it’s simple. Eat better. Exercise more (like, pretty much at all). Lose weight.In principle it really is that easy
It’s never that simple in execution though, I know that. And it’s going to take time, but that’s fine – slow and steady, realistic and achievable goals, and so forth. And the first step towards that is identifying your starting and end points, and then tracking your progress from one towards the other. To which end I’ve bought a new bathroom scale (this one is rated to 150kgs’, so it should last a little longer than the last one lol), and I’ve started keeping record of my weight every morning on this handy little mini memo board I’ve stuck up in my bathroom.
So far, so good – if you can manage to decipher my handwriting, you’ll see that as of this morning I’ve lost 2kgs since last Wednesday, pretty much through the power of wishful thinking, skipping the bottle of whiskey this past weekend, and consciously eating a bit less and by eliminating as many carbs and as much sugar as I can.
The weight I’ve lost so far is pretty much all water, I know that. It’s essentially meaningless, and doesn’t really represent any actual weight loss as yet, especially given that I’ve not started exercising yet, and I’ve only just started changing my eating habits.
But whatever, shuddup, it’s progress and I’m not listening to you and your filthy logic, and I’m going to feel good about this little achievement, and I’m going to let it encourage me 🙂
The last I spoke to the dietician and biokineticist, they told me that my ideal weight for my age and build was around 105kg, and if I can get down to that I’ll be happy. I’d like to lose more though, if truth be told, because I’m still quite a tubby bastard at that weight, and I’d actually like to get down to around 90kgs again, but I’m not sure how realistic a goal that is. It’s not impossible, but I’m just not certain I’ll ever be motivated enough. But as the old saying goes, never say never – I may just surprise myself yet.
So I have a initial target of 25kgs to lose, with a view to maaaaaaaaybe eventually making that 40kgs (or the equivalent of a mid-size Korean car) if at all possible. There’s no rush, because rushing these things never works, certainly not for more than the short term, so let’s say I’d like to lose that initial 25kgs by this time next year, or 2kgs a month on average.That seems fairly reasonable and doable to me, but feel free to chip in with your own thoughts & comments on the matter.
It takes more than just changing the diet though, and there’ll be other goals along the way, on the exercise side of things, but that’ll be the subject of the next entry.
Till next time then 😉