Once upon a time...about 3 years ago.
I was a over 300 pound guy. Happily married and 41 years old. Struggling with weight my whole life. Up and down. Up and down. This was my highest weight ever. Over 330 pounds the scale read "E" so I call it 333 pounds. Nice round number.
Let's start with the past. As an adult I hit 203 pounds, at age 18 when I tried to get into the military. I was allergic to bee stings, as was shown in a medical report, so I didn't qualify. I had reached my goal after another "diet" and began to eat like my "normal" (fat) self and rained it all back in about 6 months.
Every time I crashed the weight down some of what is lost was muscle and that is why I feel it's easy to not only regain your lost weight but to add more weight. As I learned from listening to the Fat2fit podcast every pound of muscle uses 20-50 calaries every day. Doesn't sound like lots but thats 2-5 pounds you could gain every year if you ate the exact same amount every day.
I lost weight again finding a date, got married and divorced within a year and the weight had started creeping up. At age 28 I got down to 230ish pounds. Found my wife and over the last decade I went on several more calarie restricted diets. From 280 to 260 to 300 to 280 to 333 pounds.
3 years ago i went on a slower diet and ended up loosing 50 pounds getting to 280 pounds. i managed to keep it off for a few months and stabilized at right around 300 pounds. It wasn't until my 2 year physical, required for my job, when I barely passed the blood pressure requirement. I did some research and game up with what turned out to be my mid-life crisis. My life expectancy was....drum roll......age 56.
Morbid obese and a smoker I was not going to stand for this. Over the next year I started lifting weights. Bought some power block weights and found I loved it. I got down to 240ish pounds and stabalized. From July 2011 to January 2012 I had fluctuated between 240 and 252. Under a 12 pound spread or 5% of my weight. Not bad for not being on a diet plan. I started gaining muscle and the wife liked it...almost as much as I did.
I started figuring out that moderation was the key. Slow and steady wins the race and this race was life long. I was tired of yo-yoing and eating was more fun then starving myself.
Got restarted at 252 and am heading down, again.
Let's start with the past. As an adult I hit 203 pounds, at age 18 when I tried to get into the military. I was allergic to bee stings, as was shown in a medical report, so I didn't qualify. I had reached my goal after another "diet" and began to eat like my "normal" (fat) self and rained it all back in about 6 months.
Every time I crashed the weight down some of what is lost was muscle and that is why I feel it's easy to not only regain your lost weight but to add more weight. As I learned from listening to the Fat2fit podcast every pound of muscle uses 20-50 calaries every day. Doesn't sound like lots but thats 2-5 pounds you could gain every year if you ate the exact same amount every day.
I lost weight again finding a date, got married and divorced within a year and the weight had started creeping up. At age 28 I got down to 230ish pounds. Found my wife and over the last decade I went on several more calarie restricted diets. From 280 to 260 to 300 to 280 to 333 pounds.
3 years ago i went on a slower diet and ended up loosing 50 pounds getting to 280 pounds. i managed to keep it off for a few months and stabilized at right around 300 pounds. It wasn't until my 2 year physical, required for my job, when I barely passed the blood pressure requirement. I did some research and game up with what turned out to be my mid-life crisis. My life expectancy was....drum roll......age 56.
Morbid obese and a smoker I was not going to stand for this. Over the next year I started lifting weights. Bought some power block weights and found I loved it. I got down to 240ish pounds and stabalized. From July 2011 to January 2012 I had fluctuated between 240 and 252. Under a 12 pound spread or 5% of my weight. Not bad for not being on a diet plan. I started gaining muscle and the wife liked it...almost as much as I did.
I started figuring out that moderation was the key. Slow and steady wins the race and this race was life long. I was tired of yo-yoing and eating was more fun then starving myself.
Got restarted at 252 and am heading down, again.
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