I'm no stranger to this weight loss thing. I've been on and off losing weight for the last six years since cutting weight for football. Since then, I've had a lot of ups and downs. In 2014 I weighed 230 Pounds. I could run a 6-minute mile and had self-confidence. Then I took my Sophomore year off, I didn't play football that year, but I also didn't stop eating like an athlete.
When I came back in 2016, I was pushing 280 pounds, and I was struggling to hit most of my runs. It was a rough season, but I made it through, and my official season weight was 265. I didn't play my senior season for unrelated reasons, but since then, I have fluctuated from 330 down to 240.
I have no problem losing weight. July - September 2019, I dropped from about 310 to 240 without much struggle at all. Just consistent dieting and an active lifestyle. Here come's my problem, I can't keep it off. I get lazy or complacent, and I eat—a lot. I love to eat. I love to cook. I love just about everything about food. I would sit down and knock out a 2-pound steak with a few potatoes, and a salad like it was nothing.
Just like many other people, this only got worse during covid. I had nothing else to do. I was locked inside for what seemed like every waking moment, so I'd eat. I tried new dishes and discovered some fantastic foods at the cost of my health. I also made the mistake of staying in that rut for way too long.
At the start of July, I went out of town for a fourth of July party, and I was miserable. It was hot and humid, and here I was, weighing 330 pounds. I couldn't go kayaking with my friends. I wasn't down to go swimming at the lake. I was just not feeling it anymore.
The sad thing is this wasn't the first instance of moments like this. I was told I was too big to ride rides at the state fair. I was above the weight limit for zip lining for a buddy's birthday. Perhaps the worst for me, I promised my sister I would go skydiving with her this month. That isn't going to happen, and it kills me.
I could probably list a dozen times where I've said, "this is my breaking point time to make a change." Get this - I don't change. I do good for a while. Then once I start to get happy that I'm making progress, I go right back. I'm sure a therapist would accuse me of self-sabotaging or having unresolved issues that I need to work through, but I don't believe in all that.
What I do believe in is being mentally and physically tough. Something that has worked really well for me my entire life is accountability. That's precisely why I'm posting this. Do I want to post this? Hell no, it's embarrassing. But my posting it on a public forum it holds me accountable.
So I guess that leaves me with where I am today. The good news is that today is not "Day 1." I started on the 7th of August. I am currently 18 days into a month of being a vegetarian. I've been strict, and it's worked for me. I'm working on getting my active lifestyle back, and yesterday I started Couch to 5K.
My starting weight is a whopping 330 pounds. That's 150 Kilos or 23 and a half stone.
The first milestone will be 300 pounds.
My end goals are 230 pounds, a 7-minute mile, a year of maintenance, and some self condifence.
I have a lot of trepidation and even outright fear about this endeavor. I know I'm so far gone that I'll have loose skin, and I hate that. I know that it'll take months and even years for me to get back the confidence that I used to have and even longer to be happy with myself. Still, now I have strangers on the internet to stay accountable to. I'm ready to be mentally tough and give it all I've got.
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