I (M30)(SW: 231) smashed my goal (168 - CW:167) that I set as an unachievable pipe dream
This feels like the kind of thing that people post on their Facebook and Instagram, but I deleted all of them years ago for my mental health, so this is where it goes! I will add a TLDR at the bottom because this is a 2 year story.
This may come across like Obama putting a medal on Obama meme, but thats because it is, I am so immensely proud of myself that I cried when i got weighed this morning, I am patting myself on the back hard.
deep breath
Coming out of lockdown here in the UK, I was furloughed and locked in the home with my family for 7 months. These may possibly have been my favourite 7 months of my life, I was basically getting paid 80% of my wage to spend all day with my fiancee and my beautiful girls.
But, what did I do with my time locked in the house? I ate, and ate, and then once I was full I ate a little more. Every night, we'd join an online quiz, get a share bag of crisp EACH, a sharebar of chocolate EACH and an energy drink... and we did this, for 7 months - 7 days a week for 7 months, I would eat my 3 meals a day, probably have an energy drink in the afternoon then cap off the day with a lot of shit.
Lockdown was lifted, and I emerged 16st 7lbs/231lbs at 5ft 7in (BMI - 36.2 - I know BMI isn't a great metric, but when it's ALL FAT? I think it's pertinent).
I got a new job shortly after, what size uniform do I need? I can squeeze in to an XL
Shortly after this comes Christmas, my fiancee gets me the tees that I wanted, all in XL... Jesus Christ, they're a fucking squeeze.
I've got in to the habit now, so even now I'm out of the house and back in work, the ritual continues - Crisp. Chocolate. Energy Drink.
Then it begins, I'm turning 29, I'm in the prime of my life, right? SO why does my back hurt? Why do my knees hurt? Why am I out of breath going upstairs? Why do I perpetually have loose stools?
Maybe time to reassess my lifestyle.
I set myself a goal, an unobtainable goal, but a goal nonetheless. 12st/168lbs
I remember being 18, and weighing around 175lbs, but if I could just pretend to aim for that arbitrary 168lbs we'll see what happens
The good thing about gaining a lot of weight in a short amount of time, is that it drops pretty quickly too. I changed my diet - it still wasn't great, but it couldn't be worse - and I hit the gym... I lose 28 lbs, I'm nearly out of the 200s? Fuck yeah.
Fuck no. After a month of constipation, which I blame on the diet, I get out of the bath and notice a fucking golf ball poking out of my groin. Big lad had given himself a hernia pushing himself too hard at the gym.
No more exercise for me, 4 month wait for surgery, 6 weeks minimum of recovery. By the time it was done my motivation was GONE, I couldn't be arsed going to the gym.
I coasted for 6 months or so, hovering around 200lbs depending on the week.
Then I start working more and more hours at work, and the lazy creeps in, the "should we just order out?" creeps in.
I order pizza, I eat all of the pizza, I have some weird combo of constipation and loose bowels... its because its greasy ass takeaway pizza, right?
Wrong.
Every day at work, I'm having a sandwich or a wrap and every afternoon I feel like bloated garbage.
Then one day, I just randomly have risotto for my dinner... and I feel great? Thats suspicious
What do pizza, sandwiches and wraps have in common? Gluten.
I really enjoyed feeling NOT like bloated garbage, so I really committed to cutting out gluten. I'm checking the ingredients to everything.
No pizza, no bread, no pasta, no biscuits, no noodles, no cakes, no crisp with wheat powder in the flavourings, no breaded meat.
I pick rice over pasta and bread, if I treat myself to chocolate its plain and not crammed with stuff, I start picking salads and fruit because they're easier than checking an entire list of ingredients.
And wouldn't you fucking know it? My body was waiting for me to stop torturing it. From March this year, I've dropped from around 200lbs to 167lbs. My bloating has gone, my dodgy bowels have gone, my body doesn't feel like it's falling apart.
Thay goal that I set nearly 2 years ago? That 168lb pipe-dream that I would never get close to is now in the rear-view and I can focus on the gym again - the motivation is back because I know I can do it.
TLDR - Coming out of lockdown I was 231lbs. 2 years, 1 hernia and 1 newly discovered intolerance later; I've smashed my unattainable goal of 168lbs and now sit at 167lbs
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