Two years ago I’d been working on my weight diligently. I had a heavy bag and a speed bag in the garage that I was using almost daily, I was walking 3-miles a day, and I was actively monitoring my diet. This was because I’d gotten some news from the doctor that disturbed me. If I didn’t get things under control I was going to have to go on meds to control my blood sugar and probably my cholesterol. I was already on a medicine that helped with my gout and I didn’t want to take pills for something I could control by diet and exercise. So I started taking care of myself, the fact that I was going through a divorce made this easier as I had no one to worry about but me. I went from something over 285 lbs to about 245 lbs in about 6-months and was feeling much better.
Then I moved out of the house and into a room in a condo. No garage, no exercise equipment, no money to go to the gym, and the walking stopped. But I still watched my weight and my diet. And then I got sick. Some sort of viral infection that beat my ass for two months before ending up with a 4-day stay in the hospital. I think fighting this virus dropped probably 20 lbs from me and after it was all over I was feeling really good. I even managed to keep eating right and get myself down to 215 lbs. But that was the high point of this story and that was July or August of 2007. Then the depression of living in my folks condo and having a crap job started to catch up to me.
I started gaining weight, not a lot not fast, but slowly, and I was back at 220 then 225 and then 230. I was able to maintain pretty well at 230. Stayed there for 3 or 4 months. Didn’t take much discipline and that’s good, because by that point discipline was out the window. I knew I needed to get back on track, but I didn’t.
Then came my new job and I started making much better money. Better money meant more opportunities to eat out. Eating out more meant eating more. I don’t think I even had groceries in my apartment from May through August when Tasha moved in. And with all this eating out the weight really started piling on. It stops today.
I believe that I mentioned that Tasha and I signed up for “I Lost It at the Club” over at the MAC. A kind of “Biggest Loser” competition at the gym that spans 8-weeks. Well, today was assessment day. I knew it was going to be bad, after all, I have been monitoring my slide on my home scale. But it’s always worse when someone else points it out to you.
I’m just going to give you the numbers straight from my assessment card.
Body Weight: 265 lbs … According to their chart I should way between 120-170 lbs
Waist Measure: 46.5″ … My fat pants are 40-in. waist, how am I managing this?
Body Mass Index: 39 … A healthy weight should be 18.5 to 24.9, obese starts at 30
Body Fat %: 29.1% … The chart they gave me tops out at 28.9 for my age. I’m in the 10 percentile for men 50-59 years old. Obese men have 25% or higher body fat.
What does it mean? It means that I am officially and without question OBESE! Needless to say I was distraught by this. It’s all bad news, but it’s going to get better from here. The guy who did my assessment said that if I eat right and keep up with the exercise, I should be able to lose 10-20 lbs in this 8-week program.
So using their guidelines, here’s my plan.
I’m going to fast tomorrow, nothing but water. Then I’m going to put myself on a 1200-1500 calorie low-fat diet with lots of fruits and vegetables. I’m going to get back to doing my morning calisthenics routine and I’m going to walk/run 3-miles on the track at least 5-days a week. I’m going to hit the weight room at the club and do strength training. I’m going to start taking advantage of all the free exercise classes at the MAC. And I’m going to increase my regular daily activity. I won’t make you wait 8-weeks to see how it’s going, I’ll put up a weekly post on my progress.