Hello all. I’m a 37M, 5’10”, SW 344, CW 333, GW 199. I’m 3 weeks into my lifestyle change. Just now posting; if I’m being honest, I think I wanted to be sure I was going to last more than a week before subjecting myself to any ‘public’ accountability.
A little background: I was at a healthy weight in my youth, through high school. In college I started slowly putting on weight. Didn’t ever seem to have big jumps, I would just add around 10 lbs a year. My main problem has always been portion size. I ate decently healthy foods, but went big on how much I had of anything, good or bad.
I tried various diets and exercise programs over the years, but nothing ever stuck. Weight just kept inching up year after year. It got to be where I was miserable in my own skin: didn’t like how my clothes wore, hated having my picture taken, etc. In recent years, the physical problems have become more evident. I had always been pretty healthy despite the weight, but nowadays my blood pressure is elevated, blood panel is horrendous, I have a lot of joint pain, and it’s hard to be active for more than brief spurts, which is tough when you have a young daughter who wants to play with her daddy.
Early in 2020 I visited a weight management clinic at one of the local hospitals. It is more geared towards bariatric surgery, but they offer non-surgical options as well. I didn’t think I wanted surgery, and indeed don’t even know if I was a candidate, but I wanted to try it on my own. At the time I weighed in at 352 lbs and wore 52” pants, which were the highest marks I had ever had. The clinic set me up with a caloric deficit diet plan. Soon after that was when COVID exploded, so between that and my work life (I work in public safety), my plan never got off the ground at that time.
A couple months ago was when I resolved to give it my best shot again. There were a few tripwires for me reaching that realization; some long-term, some just moments. One, I hadn’t been happy in my work life, which led to a ton of stress. Around that time there was a change which really helped me out (we were no longer shorthanded) and my stress fell off dramatically. I decided I would now be better able to work on ‘me’.
Two was a moment. My daughter started playing on a youth softball team. At the first practice, the coach asked if me and a couple of the other dads would help out with the practice drills. Running around with the kids made me realize just how bad I had gotten, and I decided isn’t fair to my daughter to have the daddy who can’t keep up with the others.
So, I pulled out the folder from the clinic again, studied everything, planned out what to do, and got what I needed. Turns out I was down a few pounds since my clinic visit; I suppose I had reached a stabilization point with my old habits. The end of June rolled around and off I went. Three weeks in and I’m down 11 lbs as of a week ago, with my next weigh-in tomorrow morning. I’m finding that meal prep isn’t nearly as cumbersome as the idea has always seemed in my head. I spend maybe an hour a day in total. I also have a new appreciation for veggies (bell peppers are the best!). I slip up here and there, but each time I jump right back on track.
If anyone has actually read this far, I appreciate any encouragement, and for anyone trying to get themselves going on that initial push, trust me that it can be done!
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