Happy
Spring everybody!
I am so excited to share with all of you that for the first time in twenty plus years, I will be enjoying the season on the high side of two hundred pounds. Yup! I weighed myself a few nights ago, and I can't believe it myself, but my latest goal--of reaching the two hundred's--has been reached, and friends, we're on the home stretch now!
I am so excited to share with all of you that for the first time in twenty plus years, I will be enjoying the season on the high side of two hundred pounds. Yup! I weighed myself a few nights ago, and I can't believe it myself, but my latest goal--of reaching the two hundred's--has been reached, and friends, we're on the home stretch now!
Can I get a high five? How about an AMEN? "We've come a long way baby," (Insert Elvis-like voice here).
I'm looking
forward, into the future, and I see all the things I've ever wanted to do--many
for the first time-- like enjoying a long bike ride, hiking, or walking more
than a few feet at a time. I see myself
living an active and productive life and it excites me. Can you tell? However, I'd be failing miserably
if I did not share with you the key to my success, so, get comfy, get a drink
and fluff a pillow--we're going to talk shop.
How did I get started? This is the number one
question I'm asked, and thinking back, I'm still surprised at how painless it
really was. I mean, let's face it, when
food is your only friend, one tends to not want to piss that friend off by
ignoring them. I truly believed that in
order to lose one simple pound, I would have to flip my whole world upside-down.
I thought-- with great dread-- that I'd
never enjoy another bottle of Chocolate milk or eat another slice of pizza.
Not true! Sure, you will have to take a break from dysfunctional
friends, for just a tad while, but eventually you can slowly reintroduce
yourself to them-- on your own terms.
But I'm
getting ahead of myself. Lets back up to where the adjustments actually started
and what they really look like.
I expected my transformation to get ugly. I thought I'd be sneaking food, even dreaming about
food, but truly it was tougher to spot the necessary changes then it was making
them. We become blinded to our own
habits and forget that the little changes often led to bigger ones. I remember, it was Thomas (Berge), my friend
and fitness guru at the time, who insisted that I write down everything I ate. Then on Friday's, together, we'd go over
it. Right away, he pointed out that I was eating way too much bread. So,
I cut back and switched from white to whole wheat. Then there was the
issue of soda--I was drinking it! And because I'd been drinking a good
amount of it, I cut back at first, testing my withdrawal symptoms
before finally cutting it out all together. I can honestly say that I miss soda, but now I
enjoy it as a treat, and it's actually water that my body craves. For instance, if my O2 intake is low for the
day, my body will tell me in a series of intense cravings and or headaches. I'm learning to listen to what my body needs.
If I ache there's a reason.
These adjustments
happened naturally, quickly, and with little effort on my part. Who would
have ever thought that I'd become addicted to water? No me. But I do
love it! And not only did I change my beverages of choice but I was
eating more chicken and less beef. Instead
of reaching for M&M's, I reached for unsalted almonds. I began to live by the notion that if the food
came in a bag, box or can, it was probably not good for me. I shopped
more on the outside aisle of the supermarket then the middle lanes where the
processed products are stored. I became
one with broccoli and salad, never once counting calories or fat content.
Now, there's nothing wrong with counting, especially if it helps you to cut back on your portions. Then by all means count away, but all those numbers and percentages were too much for me. I did not wish to spend my time, pen and chart in hand, writing down every single calorie I'd eaten. No. No. No. I wanted to keep my food journal simple, as I believed--and still do--that simplicity is the key to consistency. When one has to tackle a mountain of changes, why make things more difficult by adding more nonsense and busy work to the task? Keep it trouble-free. Don't be afraid to keep yourself honest too by asking a friend, as I mentioned I did above, to go over your food journal with you. It helped to have a second opinion, just make sure that the person you're consulting is already living a healthy life style. It doesn't help to ask a fellow chocolate milk junkie (my food-drug of choice) if 9 bottles of chocolate milk was a bit much last week when they're drinking 10. Make wise choices.
Now, there's nothing wrong with counting, especially if it helps you to cut back on your portions. Then by all means count away, but all those numbers and percentages were too much for me. I did not wish to spend my time, pen and chart in hand, writing down every single calorie I'd eaten. No. No. No. I wanted to keep my food journal simple, as I believed--and still do--that simplicity is the key to consistency. When one has to tackle a mountain of changes, why make things more difficult by adding more nonsense and busy work to the task? Keep it trouble-free. Don't be afraid to keep yourself honest too by asking a friend, as I mentioned I did above, to go over your food journal with you. It helped to have a second opinion, just make sure that the person you're consulting is already living a healthy life style. It doesn't help to ask a fellow chocolate milk junkie (my food-drug of choice) if 9 bottles of chocolate milk was a bit much last week when they're drinking 10. Make wise choices.
(By the
way, I still drink chocolate
milk, once in a while, and let me tell you, the pizza I shared with a group of
friends last week was da-bomb baby!!!)
What about exercise? I know you're wondering. (Man-oh-man) When you're as large as I was (625), it was a chore to get up and get moving! My body hurt. I'd spent most of my life on the couch, and I admit it, I did very little but sit there and shove Twinkies in my mouth (RIP Twinkies). I loved to snack and watch the idiot box (TV). For two years, I sat dormant snacking my so-called life away and growing bigger. When the time came to make a change, I knew I would have to give up a little TV time and get off the couch--in short, move. I had it in my mind that I would have to spend hours in the gym, killing myself. What an oxymoron, as I was already killing myself, only from a sitting position.
Anyway, as
I was saying, I thought I was going to have to suffer, and like most people,
dreaded the idea of going to the gym. So I
was pleasantly surprised when Thomas had me in the gym a mere
three days a week. I was too big to
stand for long periods, so I sat on a stool and through
a medicine ball back and forth, side to side, anything to get moving.
I worked my heart on the hand bike, and swung heavy floor ropes, but no workout
lasted more than 20-25 minutes.
Before I started to going to the gym, and before Thomas, I actually went to a local pool on Dual Highway (Hagerstown, MD) and swam. Nothing crazy, I just got in the water and moved my body. Friends, it did me wonders! If I spent three days in the gym then I would spend a day at the pool. But if I couldn't make the gym those three days then Id swim more. I switched it up and it didn't take long before my body began to feel younger, and with less join paint, I began to swim harder and faster. Not because I had to, not because Thomas told me too, but because I could and I wanted too.
Before I started to going to the gym, and before Thomas, I actually went to a local pool on Dual Highway (Hagerstown, MD) and swam. Nothing crazy, I just got in the water and moved my body. Friends, it did me wonders! If I spent three days in the gym then I would spend a day at the pool. But if I couldn't make the gym those three days then Id swim more. I switched it up and it didn't take long before my body began to feel younger, and with less join paint, I began to swim harder and faster. Not because I had to, not because Thomas told me too, but because I could and I wanted too.
For
every change I could see, I was that much more motivated to eat right and move
more. My body transformation actually happened faster than my ability to
mentally absorb what was happening in my life. I had not been on a diet, as I'd
thought, but rather I was making a permanent lifestyle change. This was my
new life and I was never going back to that couch!
Was it easy? No, I won't lie, it's work. But
it's not torturous, and I'm here to tell you, with 22 months of proof backing
me up, that those small changes will give you what you need to get back your
life. For the first time in over twenty
years, I am two pounds away from standing on the 200 side of the scale. So, if
you're thinking this cannot be you, that you cannot regain your health by
simply changing from white to wheat, drinking less soda and more water, getting
up off the couch and moving a mere 20 minutes a day, then I challenge you to prove
me wrong--test it. I guarantee, every little change you make will mean a world
of difference. That little bit of confidence gained will take you to that next
level where bigger changes lead to more success.
Trust me: Simplicity is the key. I've lived it. You can to.
PEACE
Dan
