How I Won My Battle of the Bulge and Lost 45 Pounds in Six Weeks!!
In this article I want to share with you my own "battle of the bulge" and the incident that caused me to diet and exercise in order to lose weight.
Hint, it was not for medical reasons.
Anyway, as a result of my efforts I did lose 45 pounds in just six weeks (to my surprise, by the way!).
Understand, when I began this regiment I had no idea how effective dieting would be nor how long it would take me to slim down because I'm not a dieting guru.
I'm just a guy who made the decision to lose some unwanted fat and did what I could (short of liposuction) until I accomplished it.
My purpose is merely to share with you my personal experience; why I became overweight in the first place and then what I did to fight back. Maybe if you're like me it will inspire you?
Let me start from the beginning.
The Early Years
Up until about twenty years ago weight was never an issue for me.
During my adolescent and earlier adult years, even as others around me spoke of dieting and diets to battle bulging waistlines, I remained relatively impervious.
Sure, I was no longer the lean, mean, fighting machine I was in high school or college, but the scale never scared me because the number peering back was never that daunting.
For the better part of my life weight simply ebbed and flowed as naturally as the tide. Whenever additional pounds appeared, almost as effortlessly most rescinded; and so it went year after year without any noticeable effect on my body.
In high school I weighed 178 pounds, in college I weighed about 188 pounds (but I did develop muscle as an athlete), and after entering middle-age as a father of two I was still no more than about 190 pounds. But at 6’0” tall even that weight distributed well enough that there was never an unsightly bulge or inflated measurement to cause concern or set off alarms.
Then I turned fifty, and (Oh, boy!) did things change.
My Later Years
Rather than the subtle natural order of things which I had enjoyed for all of my life, I began to notice that my body was doing a lot more flowing than ebbing; that more weight was appearing than what was rescinding.
And for the first time in my life, no longer able to count the blessings of “diet-immunity”, the thought of dieting and the necessity to count calories became a reality.
At first, though, I didn’t take it all that seriously and instead accepted my weight gain rather cavalierly.
After all, I was turning sixty at just 210 pounds, so what the Hey (no big deal).
For me, this was the new natural order of things. That weight gain comes with age and clothes one-size larger than last year should be expected. And that was okay for the most part.
Though one particular exception did arise prior to a planned Hawaiian vacation.
For it did occur to me that my (then) 228 pounds would look less-than-appealing in a bathing suit. So I did diet with some success. Though I gotta suspect that it was still not a pretty site for those who saw me frolicking on the beach at 220 pounds (you think?).
Okay, so that’s how it went for the next several years.
Some weight off, more weight on, and because I regularly avoided the scales, I eventually ballooned out to 240 pounds (my last official weigh-in prior to serious dieting) before I realized it and subsequently decided to do something about it.
But it was not the scale that made me react to my weight and start dieting (go figure), but rather a benign event that occurred a week later.
My Reflection, Yikes!
My friend, Laine, and I were strolling through a local shopping mall when, while walking by one of the stores, I saw my reflection in a storefront window with a belly looking like I was digesting a pillow.
Why I never saw it the hundreds of times in my bathroom mirror is beyond me, but at that moment something clicked.
For the first time ever, I really didn’t like my appearance (no, I hated it!).
So, thanks to vanity, I made the decision to take my weight seriously; realizing full well that dieting was no longer simply an option for others. Thanks to vanity, it became clear to me that I had to lose weight with a diet and exercise.
My dieting plan was straightforward.
It consisted of protein, no carbohydrates or sugars, extra-lean meats and skinless chicken breasts, fish, lots of tomatoes and cucumbers with lemon, moderate intakes of fruit, and no nuts (which I love). It was cooking from scratch to avoid the “bad stuff” in canned foods and bottles, and typically included four meals a day totaling between 900 to 1,200 calories.
It was difficult at first, but the way I look at it, if your goal is to swim across a cold lake, than jump in and keep swimming. That way you can achieve your goal and only have to endure the discomfort once. So I remained focused and didn’t break my dieting rules during the six weeks it took for me to lose my unwanted fat.
- No carbs or sugar
- Skinless chicken, lean meat
- Cook from scratch
- 900-1,200 calories daily
My exercise regiment consisted of walking just over two miles 4-5 times weekly.
This helped me burn what I figure was close to 200 calories each walk, thus dropping my caloric intake to a net of 700 to 1,000 for those days.
In other words, if my caloric intake due to meals added up to 1,200 calories for one day and my exercise regiment burned 200 calories for that day, then my net caloric intake for that given day was a net of 1,000 for that day.
Calories eaten 1,200
less calories burned 200
equals net calories 1,000
In a matter of six weeks I lost 45 pounds. I went from 240 pounds to 195 pounds. I wish I had taken before and after pictures to illustrate, but I can assure you that it is true.
Several interesting discoveries have been made in the aftermath of losing that weight. .
Yes, clothes do look better when draped over a leaner body than when stretched over a pudgy one; facial features look better more defined than plump; and friends and family do take notice and offer praise.
Of course, losing weight didn’t return any of my youth. But it did return some “youthfulness” via better mobility, stamina, and the ability to bend down and tie my shoes without grunting. So in all, I’m feeling pretty good in my skin now, and hope never to gain those unwanted pounds back again.
Consequently, I continue to watch my caloric intake (no more ice cream, deep-fried fatty foods, mounds of butter and breads, or excess sweets), and I continue to walk. You wouldn’t call it a formal dieting regiment, just a more common-sense understanding that our bodies do react to our treatment of it; either for better or worse.
My Weight Today
My most recent weigh-in put me at 185 pounds (another nine pounds since ending my diet). So I guess my vigilance is working.
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