I was torn. I knew that I had failed diets in the past, but my entire character is built around structure. I needed some kind of organised system to my food intake.
This time, I wanted an entire lifestyle change.
It would be no good if I was to do the same things I had done previously over and over again. I quickly realised that setting my tendency to set weekly targets was disincentivising me. Once I had started to slip behind the (somewhat arbitary) target, the thought of having to lose the normal amount of weight (which was hard enough) PLUS some extra was a big problem.
So out went the target date, and I knew that this was about the long term - quite frankly, this was the rest of my life.
So I made small changes. I would walk more, and quicker. I would not see "being out of breath" as a bad thing. I would cut down on the crap food, and reduce my alcohol intake.
My plan was to see what a month of cutting back would do.
Weight
So here's what the sadists out there have been waiting for; my starting weight.
January 1st 2010: 18st 0lb
For a 5'10" man, this put me firmly in the category of morbidly obese. Wow. I had a problem. By making the small changes I outlined above, this is what happened.
February 6th 2010: 17st 1.5lb
I was now simply "very obese" rather than ready to drop, but I still had a long way to go.
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