I’ve been comfortably living my life since high school (1999!) at around 315 – 330 pounds, then a medical thing came up and it turns out that I’m supposed to be like…100 pounds less than that. So I’ve been on a weight loss “journey” which essentially meant to me that I’m giving up red meat, eating 10 times the amount of veggies than meat, no refined sugar, and I’ve completely dropped coffee from my daily routine. Honestly that coffee thing was a long time coming because I’m so super sensitive to caffeine, just walking past a pot will wake me up, and if I drink any after 2pm I’m awake until 2am.
Oh, and I’m using our treadmill that we bought using the last bit of covid money that Donny sent out, which had been sitting in my wife’s office for the better part of two years. Since she’s no longer working from home, we’ve turned that room into a fun gym and I’ve been doing 2 or 3 miles a day on it. It took me a couple months to get to that though, as I had to start at 30 minutes of 2mph and slowly worked my way up from there. I still have plenty of room to improve on it though, I haven’t been able to keep a “run” going for more than about a minute. One day though!
My goal is 220, we’ll see how quickly I get there, I had said I was going to eat some pizza for the first time again after I get under 290 and here I am, under 290 and no pizza yet. I can only assume that I’ll be back over 290 after I get that coveted pizza.
Good on you mate! Keep it up!
I made it past 285… then I stopped stepping onto my scale, so I don’t know what my all-time high was. I’m now hovering around 220. I feel much better. And I feel sexier, too. LMAO Good job!! Keep it up! It’s worth it.
thanks, I’m still not to the “feel much better” part yet, my legs hurt, my lungs hurt, my back is killing me, and now one of my knees is making a clicking sound.
I’m looking forward to that “feeling better” though. and pizza.
Great job….!
I used to have a day or 2 every week without eating. However, to stave off the hunger pangs I would either go to the pub or open a bottle of wine at home. It worked, in that I lost a stone and a half (20lb), but it probably played havoc with my innards. When I recently had my gall bladder removed the surgeon said it was “shrivelled”. Still, the resultant sepsis, multiple organ failure and induced coma after the initial operation went bad, leading to 2 weeks in intensive care, knocked another stone and a half off so all was not lost. That was a month ago and I’m still hovering for the first time in decades at the upper limits of a healthy BMI. I’m easily identifiable when I wander around town because I’m dressed in 40-year old fashions, although I draw the line at flares.