I'm 6'3", and I think I stretched to that height over the brief hormonal stint between 13 and 16. I started smoking at 15 or 16 so I guess that's what stunted my growth and stopped me at this height. However, I have always been the one that could pig out on anything and NEVER gain any weight. I was permanently stuck between 145 and (if i really worked at it) 160 pounds. Your cliche lanky skater boy circa 1987.
I met she-who-will-be-referred-to-as-her when I was 24 and I had just come back from a year in the middle east (after the 1st gulf war). I was fuckin SKINNY and she took me home and fed me manicotti. I moved in.
I got heavy into nutrition and athletic physiology from a nutrient perspective and ran a vitamin shop on Davie street for about 4 years. I worked my ass off in the gym and was finally able to get my weight up to 178 lbs. (which quickly dropped back to the 165 mark once I stopped going to the gym) my bodyfat was usually around 10 - 14 %.
Well, that was then.
I can't tell you what happened, but at around year 9 of 'the relationship', i started puttin on the beer pounds. 190, 195.. eventually i broke the 200 pound mark and I couldn't believe i finally crossed that point. It didn't end there though, in the last 2 years I saw my weight hit the 220 mark.
On a 6'3" frame, i wasn't exactly a pear, but there was a gut!
well anyways, I haven't been to the gym in over 8 months and since the breakup I am of course going through a "holy fuck i have to get back into shape" thing. I went to the gym this morning for the first time, praying to the gods of multiple pints that I would at least be under the 210 mark. I know I've lost ALOT of weight in the last 11 days and I was looking forward to how much.
I'm 193! WTF? That's like 25 pounds gone. There's no way I lost 25 pounds in 11 days.
or maybe I have.
All praise the breakup diet.
I met she-who-will-be-referred-to-as-her when I was 24 and I had just come back from a year in the middle east (after the 1st gulf war). I was fuckin SKINNY and she took me home and fed me manicotti. I moved in.
I got heavy into nutrition and athletic physiology from a nutrient perspective and ran a vitamin shop on Davie street for about 4 years. I worked my ass off in the gym and was finally able to get my weight up to 178 lbs. (which quickly dropped back to the 165 mark once I stopped going to the gym) my bodyfat was usually around 10 - 14 %.
Well, that was then.
I can't tell you what happened, but at around year 9 of 'the relationship', i started puttin on the beer pounds. 190, 195.. eventually i broke the 200 pound mark and I couldn't believe i finally crossed that point. It didn't end there though, in the last 2 years I saw my weight hit the 220 mark.
On a 6'3" frame, i wasn't exactly a pear, but there was a gut!
well anyways, I haven't been to the gym in over 8 months and since the breakup I am of course going through a "holy fuck i have to get back into shape" thing. I went to the gym this morning for the first time, praying to the gods of multiple pints that I would at least be under the 210 mark. I know I've lost ALOT of weight in the last 11 days and I was looking forward to how much.
I'm 193! WTF? That's like 25 pounds gone. There's no way I lost 25 pounds in 11 days.
or maybe I have.
All praise the breakup diet.