70+ pounds gone!
I just weighed at 228.8. In April, exactly 3 weeks after my 49th birthday I weighed 298.4. That was first thing in the morning. I guarantee you the night before I was over 300 pounds.
That day I didn't decide to lose 70 pounds. That was too overwhelming to consider. That day I thought about how fat I was. I thought about how I couldn't do my favorite thing in the world...backpack...with my kids. I thought about my near constant attacks of gout. I thought having just had my gall bladder removed in November. I thought about needing surgery for my umbilical hernia. I thought about the fact that I couldn't enjoy and amusement park with the cross country team I help coach because I couldn't fit comfortably in the rides. I thought about the fact that I was on my way to slumping on the couch and staying there and having my family live life and come back and tell me about it. I thought about my father suffering through pancreas cancer and my mother with leukemia and how I might be in worse health than them in some ways.
All I really thought, though, was I've got to lose a few pounds. A goal seemed too much. My real goals were so low I didn't dare think about them.
I started out on Atkins. I think I did 4 weeks of induction. The weight fell off. Eventually that bored me so I switched to just counting calories. The weight continued to drop. I started running. Very slowly at first (20 seconds of running--1 minute of walking--just 1/2 mile). Now I'm doing 2 minutes of running and 30 seconds of walking for 4 miles.
To make a long story short my dreams have come back. The cross country coach at our school is planning to retire and everyone seems to think I'm logical to replace him (I've been helping a lot because both my kids run), but I always said, no, the kids need a role model of someone in shape. I'd have to be under 200 lbs. before I applied. That doesn't seem stupid anymore. I've always wanted to thru-hike the Appalachian Trail when I retired (which should be at 59). I knew that wouldn't happen at 300 lbs and I had almost decided on giving up and just being a trail angel (someone who hangs out near the trail and does good deeds for hikers).
Heck, I'm going to be my wife in a 5K one day...maybe.
The thing is, my goals are back. My weight goals are reachable and I'm not so scared to articulate them now.
When I get to 222 I can get off of my sleep apnea machine.
When I get to 215, I'll no longer be obese (I was morbidly obese).
When I get to 199, well I'll be under 200
When I get to 179, I'll be in the healthy weight range
When I get to 150, I'll be at my ideal weight.
I'm doing it.
Fitday has been here almost every day. The second day of this journey I found it on line and figured I'd just use it to log my weight, but you people have made it happen. THANKS!!!
I just thought when I weighed. Wow! 220's. I honestly never thought I'd make it there again in my life.
Started at 300 lbs., now at 221, going for 150.