Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Not sure who to tell this to in my life, so I figure I'd just leave this here.

Everyone in my life is either obese or thin, I'd say only one person is really in the middle ground between that. Of those that are significantly overweight, only one has lost weight, but that only came after surgery and she's actually started to put some back on again. So, while I know people in my life who would be willing to listen, I'm not so sure how much they would understand this. Since I've lurked here for over a year, I figure I would share with anyone willing to read this.

I should probably give some history. I'm a 32 year old, 6 ft tall Male. I've been overweight pretty much my whole life. My highest all time weight was 415 lbs. A few years ago, some friends turned me onto CICO and I had some success dropping down to 360 lbs over the course of a few months, but then I stopped for no particular reason other than the stress of my job at the time made me not care. I put on 20 lbs but maintained my weight of 380 for quite some time. In 2017 I joined my local gym and dropped back down to 360 lbs in just a few weeks, told my cousin and he arranged a weight loss contest. Before the contest I figured I would give myself a last hurrah of eating and climbed back up to 380. Contest lasted 3 months and I dropped down to 320 lbs. I won the contest felt pretty good, but fell off the wagon really hard. The contest ended just before Thanksgiving and I stopped dieting and going to the gym all through the holidays and into the following year. I climbed back up to 360 lbs (this number is a curse on my life). I went back to the gym and got back on my diet 1 year ago today. I went from the scale reading 360.6 lbs to 276.2 lbs this morning. My goal was to lose 100 lbs and I obviously didn't reach that goal because there were days or weeks where I took breaks and the occasional binge eating session (which for me can also have the possibility of lasting a few days). But, 84 lbs lost in a year is nothing to scoff at and I should be proud.

Thing is, I don't really feel all that proud. Is that weird? Has anyone else had a similar experience? I see myself every single day, so when I look at me, I just see the same person I've always seen with the exact same weight problem I've always had. I look the same and feel that nothing has changed. I know things have changed, I record my weight every week, I have the numbers and graphs, I see the scale, I've even gone through my closet and found some new old clothes I can wear and had to replace belts along the way. My favorite coat which hadn't fit me when I bought it to the point I couldn't button it completely is starting to feel a little baggy.

I think not having anyone to talk to or share my experiences with might contribute to this feeling. I internalize all my accomplishments, failures, and hardships whether they be with food, cravings, discipline, bingeing or with working out, frequency/motivation. I have a policy where if no one asks me about my weight loss, I dont talk about it. I feel like it ends up sounding braggy when I talk about my successes and whiney when I talk about my failures. There are people that would ask me about it but then stopped and I don't just offer it up because I think they probably stopped asking for a reason. Others have asked me not to talk about my workouts or diet with them and so I try not to.

I end up telling myself that when I hit certain weights, I'll reward myself with certain foods, but I know that's a bad idea and I end up not rewarding myself because I just put in all that effort, I dont want to screw it up now. That being said though, I do allow myself a cheat day every week or two because I learned from previous dieting failures that depriving myself entirely of the things I want to eat will result in my giving up altogether all over again.

I've been trying to lose weight for more than half my life at this point and maybe I had minor successes, but always ended up failing. Now i ended up taking everything that worked from each attempt, grouped those things together and adjusted the things i failed at to make those things easier to deal with and i think i got to a point where I've been able to make lifestyle changes that i can stick with so that I can maintain my momentum now, and when I'm at a weight I'm comfortable with, maintain that as well.

I know this is a long meandering post, but I felt like I needed to get this off my chest. If you've read this far, just, thank you.

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I finally beat my husband in the “go to the gym” fight!!!

Im so proud of my self! (28F) 5’6 190lbs. Still clinically obese, but I’m so close to being “over weight”.

For years my 6 pack, muscular , veggie loving, husband has said “you should go to the gym with me”. Which would always start a fight. This argument has been a thorn in our relationship for a long time.

A little while ago I started to casually watching what I ate, and pushing my self to do a physical activity every day , usually swimming, kayaking, or bicycling.

Well today I asked him, if he wanted to go to the gym with me. And he grudgingly said “ok, but i don’t want to be there too long... sometimes you get carried away”.

I cant believe it! Its so funny to me, that he would say that ! I laughed and asked if he ever thought he would say those words... it made us both smile.

Today was a small victory on my weight loss journey

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Thought I was under 300lbs but my scale was off

So I've posted here before. My last post was about how happy I was to finally be under 300lbs. Turns out my scale had actually been slightly tilted the whole time and I was about 10 lbs heavier than what I thought I was.

I broke down and cried. It was such a hard blow to the progress I had been making for the past couple of months. My fiance talked me down and told me that at least I still lost weight. I had probably just started off at a higher weight than what I had thought.

It turns out that I started at about 328.7 lbs. (Its a good thing I had been taking data this whole time.)

Today I stepped on the scale and I'm at 298.9 lbs. I know that this time my scale isn't lying to me. I'm finally under 300lbs after all of the struggling of the past 3 months.

It was hard going 10lbs back. It was one of the hardest blows I've taken in my many weight loss attempts. So far I've lost about 30lbs. I'm ready for the next 30lbs.

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Never super overweight but people tell me I’m getting too skinny and I hate it

Sooo basically after 13 years of active drug addiction starting out with smoking weed and ended in IV heroin use. The lowest I’ve ever weighed was 127 and as a 5’11” male I looked like a match stick my cheeks were sunken in and I had no muscle. I got sober in jail, was there three months, went to rehab when I got out(court ordered) and fell back in love with lifting weights and I used lifting as an excuse to eat everything in sight going back for thirds every meal. After three months of a sedentary life in jail eating what they gave us and loads of ramen and junk food on top of the food habit I picked up I quickly got to 197 after a couple months. Then I got serious about lifting and decided it was time to lose some body fat so I’ve been using CICO to burn off that fat. Three months later I’ve dropped 34 pounds. I’m now 163. 14% body fat. And some people compliment on how jacked I look but there’s a select few that say I’m too skinny. I hate it. I’m not the stick figure I was in my active addiction I’ve always been a pretty thin guy but I never thought someone would hate on weight loss. I can almost see my six pack and once I get to 10% body fat I’m going to bulk but yeah there’s no real point to my post I just needed to vent and was wondering if this happens to others. I think people say I’m too skinny because they met me at 195 and now my jaw line and cheek bones are more defined. But yeah thanks for listening sorry for the long post.

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Embarrassing NSV- I was bareassed in the hallway of my workplace And I just found out I fit into a pair of leggings I bought 3 years ago that didn’t fit me even then!

So I haven’t bought too many new clothes since I started my weight loss journey. I started at 356 and I’m now down to 283 lbs as of this morning. This pair of black pants (size 24 I think?) I got for work last summer fit me well when I got them (I was around 344lbs I think) and I’ve continued to wear them since. They have a comfortable elastic band at the top and no belt loops. I have subtly noticed that I’ve had to carry fewer items in my pockets the past few months because they weigh my pants down.

I then had to start wearing an apron at work due to needing to carry so many items and not having use of my pockets. I was at work two nights ago, just casually strolling down the hallway, when my pants literally dropped around to my knees and I nearly tripped over my feet. Luckily no one was there bc I wasn’t wearing underwear, but I had to cinch off some of the excess fabric with a rubber band.

I hadn’t weighed myself in a couple of weeks, so I just didn’t realize that I’d lost that much, so I decided to put on a pair of 2x Merona leggings I got from Target back in 2016 that I never tried on before I bought them and didn’t fit me at all. They fit beautifully and I’m so glad I hung onto them.

On one hand, I’m happy that my fat clothes are starting to get to be too big for me, but on another, I just realized that I’ve spent so much money on Torrid and now I’m gonna have to get rid of them soon.

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How do you know when to stop?

I’ve been using MFP/CICO for precisely 214 days and I’ve lost 47lb. I’m absolutely thrilled and astounded that my weight loss journey has been so straightforward. My question is, how do you know when to stop? I don’t mean stop logging and tracking (I don’t ever want to stop that) but how to make the decision that I don’t want to lose any more weight.

I’m 45F, and to be honest, weight loss at this age doesn’t look like it did in my twenties or thirties. I look kind of empty, if you know what I mean. I’ve got good muscle tone, but I’m never going to look great in a bikini! I know that’s not the be-all and end-all, but everyone wants to feel good about themselves, don’t they? In the admittedly limited world of BMI, I’m still considered to be overweight, but I’m not sure I want to lose any more. So what happens next? Do I just increase my calories by a couple of hundred a day and see how it goes? All advice appreciated.

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My friends don't love my weight loss... but I'm 60 pounds down and need to tell somebody!!

My whole life, I have been the girl "who has a nice face." Since the time I hit puberty, I knew I was a little thicker than most people. I was never a skinny girl, was always overweight, and cannot remember the last time I was below 160 pounds. To be somewhat fair to myself, I’ve always carried my weight decently well (topping out around a 16/18), but alas, I’ve always been plus-sized. Throughout puberty, I wasn’t too concerned with this… until I went to college in 2013. Between 2013 and 2016, I put on ~50 pounds, going from the 190s to 242. And you know what? I did not care. I did not care one bit. I got really sucked into body pos, and convinced myself I was totally healthy. I didn’t own a scale and only got weighed during doctors’ appointments. The appointment where I rang in at 242 was also the appointment where I was concerned about my knee’s inflammation, had a deep depression and was diagnosed with prehypertension. Still, I was “fine.”

I look back at photos of myself and am shocked. I had no idea how big I had gotten. But even back in 2016, when I would tell my friends how I felt, they would always retort with, “But you’re so beautiful, don’t worry about it!” or, “weight is just a construct!” I spent years telling myself I was happy with my body, but the truth was… I wasn’t. Yes, I thought I was lovely. But I’d had such a hard time dating or going out, since I didn’t even like friends hugging me out of fear for my muffin top. I didn’t like taking photos of myself with friends, even on the best occasions. I dreaded seeing family because I didn’t want to face their commentary on my weight or their silent judgment, and it wasn’t until this year that I realized this.

Going from 242 to 210 was actually unintentional and took about a year and a half. I'm American and worked abroad at the time, and the sheer lifestyle change (walking, portion sizes) had the weight melt right off! When I hit 242 (Summer 2016), I was in supreme denial and never weighed myself afterward, so it wasn’t until a visa medical appointment (January 2018) that I realized how much weight I had lost! I was thrilled! So, phase I of my weight loss, admittedly, was by happy accident.

I started my Ph.D. program in the fall of 2018 at 210, and stayed that way for about a semester while I made the academic adjustment. In January, amongst the death of multiple family members, it hit me that I only had one body and the privilege to change it, make it healthier and do things I’d always wanted to do -- including running a half marathon, being more energized, being more comfortable with platonic/romantic intimacy, etc. Since January, I’ve done CICO and cardio 2-4 times a week, and I hit my first weight loss goal at 185 not too long ago! I am now at 182.2, less than I weighed when I was 17. I have shifted from obese to overweight, and clothes are fitting me so much better. I am absolutely gassed and incredibly proud of myself. Losing weight is something I have always secretly wanted to do, and it feels so good to see some progress (even amongst the dreaded plateaus). Most importantly, my blood pressure is totally normal, my knees hurt way less, and my resting heart rate hovers around 58-63 bpm!

I have told only 2 people at my school, my mom, and a few friends back home. A lot of my friends (who range from very slim to obese) are in the body pos/HAES crowd, and to be honest, I’m not here to shame these movements because I think, at the core, they're important. I think loving your body is fantastic in all its imperfections… I just want mine to last a little bit longer, and there was something morbid about being 21 with bad knees and a prescription for blood pressure medication. But because of this, like many people on this board, I’ve been reticent to share this news and have started to get some negative feedback. “Is it grief weight?” to, “Are you just doing this for men?” to, “I think you’re losing weight too quickly,” to, “Maybe this is why you’re sick all the time” (I’ve had the flu twice since January -- get your shots, folks!) But I’m doing this because I love my body, I think it’s beautiful, powerful, worthy, and I just want to treat it better. I’m doing this exactly because I love myself and want this love to always be felt in my soul and in my interactions with other people. I have a lot of stretch marks and will probably have loose skin, but damn it feels good.

I typically just lurk, but I haven’t been able to express this excitement to anybody, and I love the positivity in this community. I just want to scream to the world about how happy I am and how stoked I am to keep going, so I’m posting it here! Thanks for listening :) rock on, everyone!

(p.s. This is silly but WTF I AM JUST REALIZING HOW MANY BONES WE HAVE. It hurts to sit my butt in certain chairs, and my ankles are bruising cause I keep hitting them on things!!!)

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