Three things I wanted to post before I forgot about them.
1) I think I’ve finally figured out how to curb my overeating. It took me forever to figure this out but I’m gonna try it for a while. I still believe in the 4-6 meals a day thing for no other reason then if I do it right then I don’t overeat as much. The problem comes when I wait until I’m really hungry and then I go crazy. When I do it right and eat every 3-4 hours I’m able to eat a smaller meal and not feel the need to keep going.
Example. I really like peanut butter sandwiches and a glass of milk. If I eat one like 4 hours after my last meal then I’ll just eat one and be done. That’s about 400ish calories. If I wait 5 or 6 hours then I’m really hungry and I eat my PB&J with my milk and then I’ll eat some yogurt or some almonds or some other “healthy” food and then I’m sitting at 600-700 calories! Do that enough times and then I’m eating like 500-1000 calories more then I intended every day.
2) I think I made it clear that I need to increase my intensity while I lift. Doing what I did over the last six months is simply not going to get it done. I’ve got to work HARD in the gym or I’m wasting my time. It’s a little scary worrying about my back all the time but I’ve got to be tough and get it done. There is simply no excuse for me not squatting AT LEAST 225 and deadlifting 315 by this time next year. NONE.
I need to be smart about it. Need to go up slowly. Still I need to go up. If I don’t then I’m wasting my time and I’ll be sitting here next year complaining about not losing weight.
3) I’m gonna be roped in to more running. I can already see it happening. My wife wants to run, my family wants to run, my friends want to run. Everyone is on a running kick. My facebook page has degenerated to nothing but people trying to pick a race.
I vaguely remember posting entry after entry about how much I hated running. As time goes by, though, I seem to only remember the good runs. I still think about some of the really special ones from time to time. I guess that’s how things go.
The odds of me running a 10K in this calendar year are probably 99%. The odds of a half marathon are probably 95%. The odds of a full marathon, though, are still negative one billion percent.
132 minutes (12 miles)
I just ran for 2 hours and 12 minutes! I’m a two hour runner!
I brought along a protein bar for this run and I think that was a good thing. I ate it around the 90 minute mark. Things usually start getting pretty bad at that point so I figured I needed some calories. I felt a lot better afterwards. I only ended up drinking two of my water flasks during the run. I downed the other two as soon as I finished.
The run was tough but nothing to write home about. The worst part was that I ended up running after the sun went down. I spent about 40 minutes running in the dark. There were long stretches where trees were blocking out moonlight and it was virtually pitch black. I don’t want to make a habit of doing this. One bad step and ….. I don’t want to think about it.
The walk home was much more painful then the run. This is starting to become a regular thing. I manage to grind out the run and then the second I start walking the pain hits me. I kept telling myself that it was part of my workout and it was going to make me better.
I tweaked my post run nutrition today. I added bananas and watermelon. I read that that’s what the Kenyans eat after their runs. That and a whey shake. I’m pretty much done with whey so I just had some chicken instead. I also had a glass of milk like I always do. I read somewhere that that’s what a lot of college football teams are drinking after their workouts. Finally, I had a bottle of gatorade like always but I’m thinking of phasing that out.
Just got back from my trip home.
Every single person I met raved about how “skinny” I was. This was a little puzzling since they all saw me at Christmas and I only weighed 20 pounds more back then. I don’t know. It seems like that’s just the thing to say, I guess. I’m the guy who’s lost a lot of weight. That’s my identity. If they see me, that’s the conversation starter.
I told my wife that I hope there comes a day when nobody mentions my weight. It’s really nice to hear people say that I look good but it’s also a reminder that I used to be really fat. I forget about that when I’m
living my day to day life.
My eating down there was outrageous. I gave zero thought to calories. If I wanted it I ate it. If I wanted more I ate more. I can’t believe how much ice cream and cake I ate. My mom had four different kinds of ice cream and two cakes. I had more then my share of all of them. I also stopped at Ben and Jerry’s immediately after eating fast food at the airport – twice!
The meals I ate at home were decent, for the most part. I had smaller servings. Not because I had any thoughts of staying on some diet. I just stopped when I didn’t want any more. Had to save room for all of the desserts. It’s amazing that I never got sick the whole time. I also never got that lethargic feeling that you get after a HUGE meal. Maybe I didn’t eat as much as I thought I ate? Maybe you don’t get that if you’re in better shape? Don’t know. Never eaten like that since I’ve been doing this weight loss thing.
I weighed 234 when I left for the airport and I just weighed in at 244. In the past I probably would have freaked out but I’ve been through this process for so long that I’m not worried. I’ll be under 240 in a day or two. I’ll be within shouting distance of 234 in a week. No big deal. If I had it to do over again I wouldn’t change a thing.
WOW! Four pounds lost this week. I’m only 1.2 pounds from my low.
I played around with my diet this week. Started measuring things again. I figured out that my breakfast had been a lot bigger then I thought it was. Probably 500 calories more! The funny thing is that I added those 500 calories back at the end of the day in the form of two small snacks.
I ended up eating six smaller meals a day instead of the four larger ones I had been having. I also added a few extra miles of walking this week that just happened because I had more errands to run then usual. Those two changes along with the 15 miles of running were the difference.
Today marks the beginning of my third year of losing weight.
It seems like another lifetime ago. April 1, 2006 was the day that I first started taking the baby steps that got me to where I am now. On one hand, I’m incredibly proud of what I’ve accomplished over the past two years. On the other, I’m a little disappointed because back then I thought I’d have reached my goal by this point. I remember thinking that I’d hit 200 pounds in the summer of last year. My body had other plans, I guess.
I managed to lose about 40 pounds this year. That’s a marked decrease from the 77 I lost in year one. All things considered, it’s still a good number and I made a lot of great strides last year.
I fully expect this to be my year. By April 1, 2009 I expect to weigh in the sub 200’s. It can be 199 for all I care. I just want to get there. That seems like a perfectly reasonable goal. If I don’t have any huge snags along the way I might even be able to reach it before the start of the new year. Thirty six pounds in 9 months would total out to about a pound a week. Knowing what I know now, though, that seems to be a best case scenario. A lot of things would have to fall into place but still it’s possible.
Either way, be it 9 months or 12 months (or even longer if necessary) I know that I’ll get there. I’ve proven to myself that I have what it takes to accomplish my goal. It’s not an if but a when. Two years ago this whole thing seemed like a dream. Now it’s just a matter of time.
I never managed to get those two runs in this week.
A year ago I would have posted some garbage about how mad at myself I am. Some pity party. Whatever. I’m a grown ass man and I didn’t get it done. I get home at 8:30 and flat out don’t feel like it.
Quitting the gym must be kind of like quitting smoking. The first few weeks suck but afterwards it gets much more manageable. I don’t have any burning desire to go to the gym anymore. I just feel really tired when I get home.
Luckily, things seem to be working out with my diet. I haven’t had any bad eating days since I stopped logging everything on fitday. I imagine that I’m eating right around 2000 calories every day. I attribute that mostly to eating the same thing for lunch almost every single day. Also I’ve got a huge selection of protein bars that I carry with me.
I’ve got to give a lot of credit for my weight loss during this stretch to eating a lot of meals. I probably eat six or seven times a day. A lot of times they’ll only be 200 calories but that’s good enough. When I do that I don’t freak out when I’m forced into bad food situations. For the last two day we had pizza delivered to our office because the restaurants are closed on the weekends. Both days I ate a slice and a half but didn’t eat the crust. I only ate that much because that’s all I wanted. The pizza wasn’t THAT great. In the past I probably would have ate until I couldn’t eat anymore. It wouldn’t matter if the food was good or not. It was food so I ate until it hurt. That just seems stupid now. I knew that I could eat one of my protein bars whenever I wanted. They taste good. I wasn’t making any sacrifice.
I don’t want to make too big of a deal about the whole pizza thing but it really was a big deal to me. I haven’t eaten pizza since my wife and I went for my last “cheat meal” many months ago. My thinking on food has changed dramatically. I ate the first slice until there was nothing but the crust (it was the thick kind). I looked at it and thought, “I don’t like crust. I’ve never liked crust. Why in the world do I eat that stuff?” So I didn’t eat it. I still felt kind of hungry so I got a second slice. I ate about half of it and then looked at it again. I wasn’t hungry anymore. I started picking at it – moving the cheese around and watching the grease fall off of it. It started to look kind of gross. After staring at it for a few minutes I finally decided to throw it away.
That was probably the first time I ever did that. It felt very wasteful. I’ve always felt you should clean your plate. I don’t know that this idea was ever implanted in my head from childhood by anyone. It just always seemed like the right thing to do. If you’re going to take food you should eat it. Someone else might have wanted that slice. Now I feel like that mythical someone will just have to suffer. If I don’t want it all I’m not eating it all.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m just rambling because I’m tired but I still wanted to post something on my blog anyway. I feel like most people reading this will see this as the biggest non event in the history of blogging. That half a slice was probably 100 calories tops. Nothing to brag about. That’s not going to be the difference between weighing 350lbs and 200lbs. Still it felt kind of big because I wasn’t doing it as some kind of dietary punishment. I did it because I wanted to. Also, over the course of a few years, those thrown away calories might start adding up.
I’m trying to figure out how to post my fitday charts here on this blog. I really like the weight chart on there because it’s dipping down really far right now. The problem is that the picture is too big. It’s got to be sort of big just so you can see everything but right now part of it gets cut off when I try to post. I’m going to play around with paint for a while and see what I can do. Look for that that…. someday. If anybody has any pointers I’m all ears.