Two weeks ago I promised embarrassing photos. Well here they are. I had the opportunity to have two more taken tonight. I do better in the daylight I think. I wanted to post these photos to prove that what I have been doing the past six months has been working and that the change has been dramatic. The next set of pictures will be taken when I reach my goal weight of 190 pounds.
I have not seen 203 pounds and me on a scale at the same time since some time in 2010. I have not been under 200 since 2008. I had a cup of coffee at 200 in 2010 but spent quite a bit of time at 205.
I seriously can see my goal weight. A few folks have told me recently that it’s not about the number on the scale. It’s just a number. Or it’s about losing fat. Or it’s all about losing inches. I disagree and agree all at the same time.
It’s about all those things for me. But most importantly it’s about what I want and what I need. My body was never meant to carry more than 200 pounds.
I’m starting to see some definition and other aspects to my body I have not seen in years. My jawline is coming back, I see veins in my arms and I have muscle tone reappearing.
As you can tell from the photos there is a major change from 236 to 221. But the most drastic change has been from 221-206. The difference is shocking.
I am not at the point where I can purchase a whole new wardrobe. I need to go shopping in my own closet. When I was at 236 I wore pants with a 40-inch waist and they were snug. Those same pants now literally fall off me. I got one pair of 38-inch pants during this and they are already loose. A pair of 36-inch pants I got some time ago now fit comfortably. I now fit into a pair of 38-inch waist skinny jeans. Last summer I wore XXL shirts. Now I am fitting into L again.
I switched up the weight lifting routine two weeks ago and I think I might switch back to the Daniel Craig 007 routine. I liked my shape better two weeks ago. Switching things up got me off the mini-plateau I was experiencing.
So much has changed. My strength is increasing for one thing. I have noticed just in the past week or so that my core strength is much improved.
I still have such a long way to go. I am two-thirds of the way there. It boggles my mind that I have lost 33 pounds and that I have just 13 to go to reach my goal weight. The thought of losing 46 pounds once sounded impossible.
I am quite upset over the fact that the American Medical Association has declared obesity a disease. The council that decided this says, “it would reduce the stigma of obesity that stems from the widespread perception that it is simply the result of eating too much or exercising too little. Some doctors say that people do not have full control over their weight. “WIDESPREAD PERCEPTION?!?” How about fact? Truth? How about the fact that classifying obesity as a disease benefits the medical profession and pharmaceutical companies and not the people who need the help most.
I am living proof that overeating and lack of exercise turns you into a fat ass. That before picture at 236 pounds shows the product of stuffing a sleeve of cookies or can of Pringles in one sitting and not burning one calorie through exercise.
I keep reading about food conspiracies, high fructose corn syrup, corn, Monsato and Lord knows what else when it comes to food.
I can’t believe I am actually going to write this but all natural, fresh foods are the way to go. And get off your ass and exercise. If you spend all day on the couch eating nothing but crap and eschewing exercise for Judge Judy you don’t have a disease.
I have taken responsibility for my condition and I’m doing something about it. No diet pills, no magic diets. Hard work and sensible eating habits, boom goes the dynamite.
Disease my ass. STFU.