That's all right. It way tough to tell age when you can't see a person...
I probably shouldn't of had that #1 at BK king sized tonight.
Slim fast worked for me. I would get sooo incredible hungry at work and a Slim Fast shake would take the edge off the hunger and get me through the rest of the day. Exercise, even just a little bit is the key to getting rid of pounds.
They look at the physical aspects only and generally are not good at the mental aspect of dieting. Plus, very few doctors I know are anything that you'd describe as "healthy" individuals.
I found during my recent weight loss, that a healthy late night snack was the most important meal of the day. It keeps hunger from interfering with your sleep and decreases the feeling that you're depriving yourself.
Now, you can't eat your weight in ice cream, but its a long time to go without food during your sleep.
Losing weight, imo, is more of an emotional exercise. 1 pound a week is often not something a normal person can sustain, because overweight people generally don't have the ability to see insubstantial results and will become discouraged and quit.
I have slowly become convinced that rapid weight loss, despite its risks and drawbacks, is worth those same risks and drawbacks.
Bobber asked that I tell him what I did to lose my weight, so I decided just to post the whole thing, here.
In February 2007, just prior to my last promotion, I failed both the weight and the tape test. Since I always passed my PT test easily, I spent about 24 hours all ticked at the Army, the world, the NCO who measured my flabby gut, the Secretary of the Army and everyone except myself.
This is the pic of my fat self, with huge butt, gut and multiple chins. At the time, I was using my accumulated injuries over a lifetime of cowboy-ing, boxing and military service as well as my own stupidity to excuse my chunkiness.
After my 24 hours of blaming everyone else, I decided to take that collective "hate" and turn it on my own fat self. After 20+ years of being taped everytime I weighed, I swore that I would never allow myself to be taped again. (after I taped off weight control, of course). I told myself that if I EVER exceeded the weight requirements, I would resign on the spot.
Of course, my 43 year old tape weight at 5'9" was 184. And I was waaaay north of 230. So, contrary to every single bit of dieting and exercize advice out there, I cut way back on the calories and pushed the duration of cardio way up. You see, I'd been following the "go slow" recommendations for years, but lacked the attention to detail and will to execute a long gradual fight. So I sent in the shock troops of self-hate and starvation. And a bit over 30 days later, I weight 183.5 pounds, and was able to tape off weight control and get my promotion.
At that time, I posted this picture as a boast and an accountability device:
After much well-deserved teasing, and a little bit of me resting on my laurels, I started to wonder, if a broken has been 40-something guy could actually get back into shape after 20 years of neglect. And I'm talking about the kind of shape I was when I boxed in college. First, though, I had to recover from the crazy weight loss. So I started eating better, and hitting the weights, heavier. First thing I noticed was that my joints were gone. And all my old injuries were impeding my flexibility. 1 blown up knee, two broken collarbones, both shoulders wrecked, multiple head injuries, and a broken L5 made it hard to lift. But I gutted it out, and ended up like this by Dec of 08:
I was pretty darned proud of what I'd managed, all things considered. And then an internet friend posted a picture of her hunky husband, and all bets were off. I was down to 175ish, but felt I had some more "lean" in me.
Unfortunately, at this time I got a wild hair up my butt to leave my cube-life writing Army Doctrine and decided to take a contract in the middle of Godforsaken Helmand. But, you know what? By now, my attitude had become "work out or die!" so I made do with what the Brits with us had available. Here is our palatial gym:
and here is a pic of my running track:
Those rocks are in the 4" to 8" range for anyone who hasn't been there. And the ANA tend to shoot at you, and the ANP tend to offer lewd suggestions as you jog by. So you REALLY have to want to run to get a work out.
And eating Nepalese food doesn't help a bit.
Those guys try to founder you. And if you like mutton, it's awesome chow, and hard to keep portion control.
So, anyway, I finally stepped on a scale today, and I am 168 in sweat-soaked clothes and tennis shoes. I decided to call myself 165. And went back to the room and took a self-pic, just to document, for when I'm 80 and decrepit, that I once clawed my way from fat-boy to stallion.
Lessons learned: Rapid weight loss worked for me. I needed the immediate results in order to feed my motivation loop. I know that slow and steady "technically" works, but I seldom see it "actually" work. Sure, I lost some strength, and it was extremely uncomfortable, but it was worth it to me. I know this will tick some people off, and YMMV, but I won't lie.
A messed up body is no excuse for being fat and out of shape. Neither is "being busy". You are defined by the priorities you set.
It's not the gym, or the equipment, or the faddish program that get those "awesome results", it's the brain. And the heart. You can get good results anywhere.
Good nutrition is important. But don't mind-screw what you eat. Eat less food, and eat your vegetables. And you don't have to eat the "all-natural, organic, dipped in triple-rare fairy dust stuff, either, to get good nutrition.
Blaming your fatness on "GMOs" or "hormone injected cattle" is a cop-out.
I hope this works for somebody else, who like me, thought they were in "good enough" shape and is inspired, or ticked off enough to change that.
The only "fad" thing I did was to do the "eat nothing bigger than your fist" thing.
In general, I ate 6 meals a day. 3 combined arms efforts and 3 single item snacks. The meals were all a combo of 1 or 2 small proteins 1 serving of fruit/veggie and occasionally a carb.
Most of my meals were at the DFAC. Breakfast was usually bacon or sausage (2 or 3pcs) a bowl of fruit and occasionally a piece of french toast/oatmeal(unsweetened) or serving of hashbrowns. I made sure to flirt with the Red Cross Lady, there, so I would take my time eating.
Then, it was gut it out until my first, 10 am snack, which was invariably a piece of fruit.
At noon, it was 1 lean protein serving, (not fried, otherwise doesn't matter what, 1 serving of veggies, and a piece of fruit for dessert.
Then, it was the long wait for 3 pm, oh Sweet Lord, please get here, where I would have those 6 carrot sticks I illicitly snuck out of the DFAC.
Supper was with the family, and the first thing I did was to get MrsPhaedrus to turn off the maternal instinct thing and give me 1/4 my normal portion of everything. And then I ate them slowly, while trying not to look into the huge eyes and see her bottom lip quiver because she's convinced I'm going to starve. (Mamasita haz mad maternal skillz toward her man)
A lot of times, if the weather was nice, we'd go for a walk in the evening and stop by an ice cream store at 8 or 9 pm, where I would have a single small scoop of gelato, which served as both my midnight snack and my treat for making it through the day.
I considered this late snack as the most important thing I'd eat all day. I would then go to bed, and not eat anything until the DFAC opened the next morning.
So, I ate bacon and had ice cream every day. Not a bad way to lose weight, huh?
It took me a solid week and a half to not have stomach cramps and wake up sweating in the middle of the night. I even had heart palpitations, once, when I stayed too long in a hot shower while having stomach cramps. Freaking system didn't like not eating as much.
But diet was only half the answer.
Prior to this, I was working out using weights and running, but right after college, I got into "instinctive" weight lifting which was all the rage in the late '80s
Unfortunately, your "instinct" is often sit on your buttt and do nothing, or lean on the weight bench and run your mouth instead of pushing weight. At least it was for me.
So once I convinced myself to get in shape, I went to a 6 day a week workout schedule. 1 hour cardio every day, alternating running and ellipticals (unless my knees gave warning signs, and then just ellipticals) followed by alternating bench/flies/military press or pullups/rows/curls done at high speed, and as supersets. I cut the rest between sets down to nothing. Basically, you rest by wallking to the next workout station. And between supersets, you rest your muscles by doing abs. I like hanging leglifts during my pullup days and crunches during bench days. I did 3 supersets of increasing resistence. This often resulted in muscle failure. Some days, I could even induce muscle fibrillation.
I quit taking days off when I was sore, or didn't feel well, and only one day I skipped because I had the flu (I made it up, later). I also starting working out through colds. I noticed something: My body conveniently got sick every time I started a new workout program, so this time, I said "screw you, body; you're going to the gym, anyway." And surprise, surprise, I don't get sick as much anymore.
I also found a couple of attractive young ladies as workout buddies that would encourage me, once they noticed that I was serious about getting it done. This inspired me to make my gym time. I have to admit, there is nothing like female attention to motivate, faithfully married or not. The first time the one who looks like Kate Beckinsale rubbed my stomach and complimented me on my abs, I just about came apart, but darned if I didn't hit the gym hard after that.
The reward for me, is that everyone looks at you differently, once you are lean. Sad to say, people put you in a completely different "box". Especially people of the opposite sex. Warning here: If you're married and middle-aged and you do this, be prepared for marital damage control.
The wife benefits, because losing waist size is exactly as if you just grew in other ways, from her perspective. You really can go where you couldn't go before. Plus, she starts saying things about you that she had to dance around before, directly relevant to your body. Complimentary things.
The goal is to eat your meals/snacks or whatever you call them, as closely together as possible, so that you don't feel too hungry.
The "time of day" thing is more myth than anything, and is based on flawed data. I'd be willing to examine valid data that disproves this, but I bet it's flawed in terms of variables and controls.
Eat mor' chick'n. Massive recent study says weight is about the number of calories. Less in means less weight.
There's also the ELMM diet. Eat Less, Move More.