Um, so. Here’s my situation as concisely as I can relate it, and I apologize ahead of time if I ramble a bit.
I am 34 years old, 5’6" and weigh 295lbs. I have no idea of what my Body Fat % is, but I find it highly unlikely that I have 195lbs. of muscle under here.
I have a very strong motivation to change this situation. Looking good with out a shirt, and seeing more than 2" of my dick again are all very nice, and well, but I kind of don’t want to DIE.
And the doctors tell me that there’s a pretty good chance that that could happen soon if I don’t do something ASAP. Type 2 diabetes in 2-5 years, stroke, heart attack, no more boners in 10. (This could all happen much sooner of course.) The brilliant advice the doctors gave me was “Gee you need to lose some weight.”
So, I am kind of wondering if anyone here has successfully managed to shed this kind of flab, and if so do they have any pointers that differ greatly from the other highly useful advice here on fat loss?
Most fat loss successes I’ve seen mentioned on this site are for 30-40lbs. Bartl was inspirational in his Physique Clinic, but I lack the solid base of athleticism he brought to that situation.
So a little bit more about my specific situation. about 9 years ago I weighed over 300lbs. It sucked. I tried an extreme calorie restrictive type diet that sounded good on paper, and was actually insane. I lost 150lbs. in about 18 months or so. Although my physical activity did increase as my body lost mass, exercise wasn’t a regular part of the insaneo plan. Very pleased with myself I went 5 years in between “cheat meals”, and was probably mentally unhinged by the lack of calories. Although it would have been hard for anyone to tell, I was skinny and crazy, instead of fat and crazy.
I was skinny fat of course. It looked like I was wearing a flab sweater when I took my shirt off, but life was so much better skinny fat than being a full on fat ass that I didn’t give a rat’s ass. And to my complete shock neither did alot of girls. I looked pretty gross, but they didn’t seem to care so I didn’t question my good luck. I made more money, got laid more, had more oppertunity, and had a much better time over all.
However, one can only live on 700-1200cal. a day before something goes seriously out of whack. I was disgusted by the flab, and bought into alot of bullshit about fasting, “cleansing” and so forth. After about 5 years of this shit, I snapped, and began eating “food” again. I was pretty bitter about my whole experience, and the people I’d been listening too, and I still am goddamn it. Bitter is a slight understatement so I’ll just leave it at that.
Predictably I’ve gained back all the weight I lost. Yay me. I wrecked my metabolism big time.
I agree with Chris Shugart when he says that “will power” isn’t the answer. I didn’t cheat once in 5 years, yet here I am again.
So I’ve been reading through this site, and others. I now understand that I actually do have to eat in order to rid myself of this gut that will kill me otherwise.
I’ve read Dr.Bernardi’s 7 habits, and after having lived on seaweed, and radish juice I don’t think I’ll have too hard a time getting the hang of them.
I understand now, from just about every source that isn’t batshit crazy that weight lifting/resistance training is essential to maintaining health, and vital in re-establishing a healthy metabolism. I’ve never lifted weights in a serious way before, and expect I’ve got a long learning curve ahead of me, I don’t know shit about lifting. Fortunately I’m a fatman, not brain injured so I can learn.
I’m a little bit stuck when it comes to NEPA. Obviously I can walk, no problem. My challenge though is that my body remembers being able to do all kinds of stuff that my joints aren’t too happy about doing right now. I know from the last time that that will change.
Some stuff that I used to really like doing that I’d like to do again includes: Hiking, Fencing, Boxing, Swimming, Biking, Dancing, Choking Bitches Out… no wait, scratch that last one. Biking’s out right now, drivers kill bikers around here. Swimming seems like a good choice, embarassing, but maybe that will give me motivation? I’ve read some kooky notion that it will make me freak out, and eat more after swimming, but if that happens I’ll just switch to something else. Any other suggestions of stuff I can do are welcome. I like Body Weight exercises, but my knees aren’t too happy with those right now. I like that they can be done anywhere, anytime with no equipment. I like doing Tai Chi too, but fat guys doing Tai Chi is so cliched. I’d seriously do it full time 8 hours a day I like it so much, but it won’t help me lose the gut.
Gods I am ranting here, but I’m serious I don’t want to die young.
I did learn some useful things from my time as a calorie restricted maniac. Green vegetables are my friends. Yes, even as a fatman I still love nearly all green veggies. Except for chard. Fuck swiss chard. Living on chicken breasts, grass fed beef, and bison, fish, and broccoli, and kale doesn’t sound like much of an ordeal to me. I learned some coping strategies for dealing with cravings/cheats-see if you can double your time between 'em, or add another week inbetween them. One week becomes two, two weeks becomes three. Once you hit a month inbetween on a regular basis you kind of lose interest. I’ve got favorite herbs/supplements, and such. Doing things incrementally works better than all or nothing for long term, etc.
I am pretty much at the point where I figure doing anything beats dying choking on a frosty.
I’ve liked every Biotest product I’ve tried so far. Metabolic Drive is easily the best Protein powder I’ve used. Same goes for Flameout, least burpy fish oil ever.
Um… I must have dozens of other questions, I feel pretty ranted out here though. It’s exhausting to expose one’s public shame, and ignorance.
I guess I’m wondering if there’s any hope for a person in my situation.
What’s the learning curve for a person who has some nutritional back ground, but zero weight training experience?
What is reasonable progress for a fatman like me?
I realize that statistically speaking I’m likely to die with a half chewed slice of pizza in my mouth, having ignored all rational options to avoid that fate.
I don’t really give a rat’s ass about getting bigger, or being smaller for now, I just don’t want to DIE.
I do have a personal goal of either being well on my way to having a fucking excellent physique (if that’s possible) or being skinny again by Oct.1st 2009. I wasn’t happy being skinny, but it sure as hell beats dying.