Trying to start to take my weight loss seriously. I've had quite a few "oh I need to lose a few pounds" moments over the last few years...but when my wedding ring doesn't fit and a panic that I might need to cut it off...that's when it all hits me.
I've always had problems with my weight and its been a hell of an issue for me to talk about and tackle. In grade school when we had to do physical tests (height/weight/sound/sight) I was one of the first kids to his over 100 pounds. I hit 101. I laughed about it, but I knew something was wrong. But I didn't do anything about it.
It wasn't that I was eating just junk food. My parents fed me fairly healthy stuff. But I wasn't active. I didn't have friends really. I didn't do sports. I didn't like to do that sort of shit. I read. I played Nintendo, mainly by myself. That's what I did.
Fast forward to middle school and I pick up Martial Arts. Shito Ryu at first and then when my Sensei lost the Dojo I transferred to Tae Kwon Do. I became quite flexible, my stamina picked up, my balance was pretty awesome. But my weight kept going. I didn't know what to do.
In high school I kept up with Tae Kwon Do, even getting up to second degree black belt. I was feeling pretty good but couldn't lose weight, but it seemed to stop momentum. I got tired of the TKD classes and the time I had to put in, I started getting into Drama club and couldn't really handle everything. I quit TKD and focused on school and plays. And started gaining weight again. I started skipping lunches which was pretty easy at school and sat in the library by myself and didn't do much of anything. This seemed to work, but I started getting really fucking hungry. So I started snacking. That was a fucking downfall.
In college I started eating better again, mainly SubWay or just a hot dog from QT with a Diet Pepsi. But the most strenuous activity I ever did was sex, and that was not that often because I didn't like how I looked...
Fast forward a couple years later and I'm engaged, getting ready for marriage, living at an apartment with a little gym. I am eating quite well and working out every fucking night. Treadmill, stationary bike, elliptical. I can go a couple hours without feeling much. I sweat like a fucking pig but I feel great. And then a couple days before the wedding I weigh myself and I'm at 155. The lowest in years. I could even wear size 34 pants. I felt fucking great. I looked fucking great. A little stomach but I was good. I didn't lift weights because I was so focused on fat loss that I didn't even try, but I didn't give a damn.
About a month (or so) ago I noticed I couldn't get my wedding ring off and my finger was going numb. That scared the shit out of me but after some lubrication I got it off. And then a couple of days ago I weighed myself and I saw I was at 199.7. I was horrified, even at my most I never got over 200 pounds. I knew that this was it. I had to lose weight.
And one of the first steps (at least for me) is this post. Getting it out there and making something that is public (tho not to IRL friends because I'm far too damn embarrassed) that i can look at and say "I made a promise." Not just to myself but to others.
So right here.
I promise that I will lose weight.
I will get my self respect back.
I will be happy again.
-Doc
I've always had problems with my weight and its been a hell of an issue for me to talk about and tackle. In grade school when we had to do physical tests (height/weight/sound/sight) I was one of the first kids to his over 100 pounds. I hit 101. I laughed about it, but I knew something was wrong. But I didn't do anything about it.
It wasn't that I was eating just junk food. My parents fed me fairly healthy stuff. But I wasn't active. I didn't have friends really. I didn't do sports. I didn't like to do that sort of shit. I read. I played Nintendo, mainly by myself. That's what I did.
Fast forward to middle school and I pick up Martial Arts. Shito Ryu at first and then when my Sensei lost the Dojo I transferred to Tae Kwon Do. I became quite flexible, my stamina picked up, my balance was pretty awesome. But my weight kept going. I didn't know what to do.
In high school I kept up with Tae Kwon Do, even getting up to second degree black belt. I was feeling pretty good but couldn't lose weight, but it seemed to stop momentum. I got tired of the TKD classes and the time I had to put in, I started getting into Drama club and couldn't really handle everything. I quit TKD and focused on school and plays. And started gaining weight again. I started skipping lunches which was pretty easy at school and sat in the library by myself and didn't do much of anything. This seemed to work, but I started getting really fucking hungry. So I started snacking. That was a fucking downfall.
In college I started eating better again, mainly SubWay or just a hot dog from QT with a Diet Pepsi. But the most strenuous activity I ever did was sex, and that was not that often because I didn't like how I looked...
Fast forward a couple years later and I'm engaged, getting ready for marriage, living at an apartment with a little gym. I am eating quite well and working out every fucking night. Treadmill, stationary bike, elliptical. I can go a couple hours without feeling much. I sweat like a fucking pig but I feel great. And then a couple days before the wedding I weigh myself and I'm at 155. The lowest in years. I could even wear size 34 pants. I felt fucking great. I looked fucking great. A little stomach but I was good. I didn't lift weights because I was so focused on fat loss that I didn't even try, but I didn't give a damn.
About a month (or so) ago I noticed I couldn't get my wedding ring off and my finger was going numb. That scared the shit out of me but after some lubrication I got it off. And then a couple of days ago I weighed myself and I saw I was at 199.7. I was horrified, even at my most I never got over 200 pounds. I knew that this was it. I had to lose weight.
And one of the first steps (at least for me) is this post. Getting it out there and making something that is public (tho not to IRL friends because I'm far too damn embarrassed) that i can look at and say "I made a promise." Not just to myself but to others.
So right here.
I promise that I will lose weight.
I will get my self respect back.
I will be happy again.
-Doc
Good luck