Thanks for visiting my how to lose weight blog.
I will be sharing with you before and after pictures throughout this journey.
There are a few reasons that I want to share this journey of weight loss with you. I came across something – and I did not realize that I was doing it or how it was happening. It is something that was happening to me subconsciously.. I will share the story with you later on. This is not just another weight loss blog. I am going to be sharing everything with you. I am going document my weight and measurements once a week. I will be sharing with you my every meal. In the past I could lose weight easily, and pretty much without pain or feeling hungry. But I would always put the weight back on. I am going to stop the yo-yoing up and down. I want to be healthy, strong and have tons of energy to live life to the fullest.
I have a few health issues that are caused by being overweight.
I had High Blood Pressure that was a direct cause of not working out and being overweight. I was not feeling like my usual self; I was feeling awful. I made an appointment to see my doctor. I was dreading seeing him since I knew what he was going to say: working out and weight loss. Like any visit to the doctor, the first thing they do is weigh you. That should have been enough to give me weight loss inspiration. The number on the digital scale read in bright red colors – 248 lbs. I felt like telling the nurse conducting the initial examination wait a minute let me retake the test, just let me empty out my pockets and take off my shoes. Although I just kept my mouth shut and felt the sweat come down my forehead.
The next assessment was my blood pressure. I had never struggled with high blood pressure before. I was not worried about my blood pressure. The nurse conducting the test said “roll up your sleeve” she placed the strap over my forearm and tightened the velcro. At the same time she sticks a fancy electronic thermometer in my mouth to check my body temperature.
She pulled out the thermometer and inserts the reading into the computer. She leans over and reads the reading from the blood pressure machine. The nurse stares at me in disbelief. She asks, “Are you Ok?” “Yeah” I answer. She instructs me, “you better lie down and don’t make any sudden movements”. The test was conducted two more times, with the same reading. The nurse brought in another blood pressure machine and this time my doctor conducted test. My blood pressure was off the charts. My doctor had a little heart-to-heart with me. He informed me that if they could not bring my blood pressure down I would have to be admitted into the hospital. I tuned him out—he was using words like “diabetes”, “stroke”, “medication for the rest of your life”. In order to lower my pressure, I was given a few pills and was told to lie down. Forty five minutes later a nurse came and she retook my blood pressure and it was still high, but I was allowed to go home. When I was discharged from my visit, I was given several handouts on the do’s and don’ts of high blood pressure. The worst was the drive home with my wife. She was upset and was say things like “there are going to be changes at home, when I go to the market”, yak, yak, all the way home.
The second issue I am having is minor back problems. I have gone to my doctor and he says it is caused by my weight. I have tried chiropractors, massage therapists, acupuncture, and they all say it’s my weight. They all try to explain to me that my belly is putting pressure on my back. When anybody makes statements like “working out,” “weight loss,” and “eating healthy,” I just tune them out.
And then came the tipping point. I had been taking the high blood pressure medication for a few months now. It was my wife’s birthday in November of 2009. The family went out to brunch to celebrate. We took a family picture and few days later the picture appeared in our living room. I looked at the picture and thought this was some kind of joke that my wife was playing on me. I thought to myself that she had the picture photoshopped. But no it was really me. I was in shock.
I was in a lot of emotional pain because of my weight. Weight loss was my new goal. I was feeling awful in my health, feeling awful emotionally, had blood pressure of the charts, no energy, was looking awful, back pain along with what the doctor said, diabetes, stroke, heart disease etc., etc.
I had to lose weight. The first thing I did was document what I ate in one week’s time. This was my typical week:
2 Cups of coffee
Eggs, bacon, potatoes, toast
And of course pancakes for desert.
Coke, burger or sandwich and I ate a tuna sandwich if
I wanted to be “healthy”, fries, and 2 cookies for desert.
Starbucks or The Coffee Bean; coffee with a pastry
Coke or beer, cup of soup, salad, entree (chicken, steak, etc.)
And of course a slice of cheesecake for dessert
So, I looked at that picture my wife put up in our living room and I could not believe how big my belly was. I really thought to myself, I have to lose some weight. And when I looked back on what I ate in one week, it wasn’t hard to believe that I was a walking heart attack.
In November of 2009, I weighed 250 lbs.
I stopped all sodas, and desserts.
I very easily lost 10 lbs. within a few weeks. I did not feel hungry and started feeling better about myself.
I took it a step further and stopped all the carbs: no breads and no potatoes, in addition to no sodas and no desserts.
I was having fun playing basketball, going to dodge ball tournaments, going on walks and listening to my favorite music—exercising that was fun for me.
The lowest weight that I achieved was 205 lbs.
I was feeling great. I had plenty of energy for everything, but something happened to me mentally. My wife was very happy and proud of me. When I was at my fattest I was taking high blood pressure medicine. My blood pressure was off the charts and I was a walking heart attack, stroke, diabetes, etc. When my weight was down to the 205, I was not taking the high blood pressure medicine. Although my pressure was slightly above average, I did not need it anymore. I figured when I got down to 185 lbs. my pressure would return to a normal level. But—and I didn’t even realize what I was doing until my wife pointed it out—I was wearing 3-4 layers of shirts. I put on my undershirt, which I always wear. And on top of that I was wearing 2-3 more shirts. My wife asked me why I was wearing so many layers and my answer was, “I look too skinny.” That was in January of 2012. I was trying to get to my target weight and now in September of 2012, I weigh 220lbs. I have some more work to do.