This will be short and sweet. I am a 36 year-old man who has been overweight most of my life. I have been skinny (well maybe not skinny, but not fat) once as an adult (Atkins Diet).
I started this blog to give myself some accountability. When I began this diet I knew I didn’t have a choice – I had to lose weight. Unfortunately, I was having trouble sticking to any diet. I knew what seemed to work for me; I just needed to do it. I am going to be very transparent in my posts in an effort to make myself more accountable. I generally follow the South Beach Diet, but not exactly. In summary, I eat lots of fresh vegetables when available. I eat some fresh fruit. I eat meat, but I try to keep the quantities limited. Grains are not forbidden, but I only eat them on rare occasions. Sugar is out and processed foods are rare. This, in combination with regular exercise, is what works for me. This is not only my plan for weight loss, it is my plan for life.
Why am I doing this? Why did I have to lose weight? Of course, I wanted to be a healthy weight, but that was not my real motivation in the beginning. I had to lose weight because I was killing myself. I was a walking time bomb when it came to health. If something didn’t change, I was very afraid that I would not live to be a healthy, middle-aged man, much less a healthy old man. I want to see my children’s children. I want to grow into my senior years and enjoy a long retirement with my wife. If my children choose to get married, I want to be at the wedding. If my health did not change, I was very afraid I would not see any of those things.
It’s now been over sixteen months since I started this lifestyle, and I don’t regret it a bit. I have lost 65-70 pounds, depending on the week, and I am still going. While my doctor and my wife tell me I am at a great stopping point, I want to lose another 10-15 pounds. Nevertheless, I would be happy if I never lost another pound. My health has improved, and my capacity to live has increased. I am getting more fit by the day. I have muscles showing that I never expected to see. I can see my ribs when I stretch, and I can feel them in my upper chest. I still have a gut, which I want to see gone; nevertheless, I am healthy, happy, and well on my way to being one of the most fit 36 year old men I know.
Now, although I probably don’t know you, I am going to ask a favor of you. My journey is not complete, and I need all the help I can get. Visit often and when you see me falling off the wagon, stick it to me!
Now, onward, forward, and pressing toward the goal!