This thread speaks my language. Ever since I got into management, I sit all day every day, sneaking trips to the vending machine. I know my diet is out of control, I'm a huge stress eater.
Telling my story, almost to a tee. All I know is, my GP says "move more, eat less." Cruel, but the only way.I'm 6' tall and weighed 180 lbs tops until I was in my early 30's.
Then I got put on neuro meds and started picking up weight. It really got bad in late '01/early '02, when I was put on Depakote, and had to travel to Missouri for work training (2 wks in Dec '01, and then 2 wks in Jan '02). While in MO, they had like a bazillion great places to eat, with many of them being buffets and such. And my new employer at the time took all of us trainees out to the Bass Pro restaurant in Springfield, near the conclusion of the training.
Towards the tail end of my stay in MO, most of my clothes didn't even really fit any longer.
I think my weight ended up topping out somewhere around 240 lb or so, in '05/'06.
It really was a struggle for me to get the weight back down, but by 2011, I managed to knock it down to just a little under 200 lb. This was with a radically restrictive diet, and I was honestly miserable. Luckily, I was no longer on Depakote or any similar stuff (that I can now recall) at this time.
Since then, it's climbed back up to be more regularly around 220 lb, but I did manage to knock it down to about 205 lb by March/April of 2020.
Now, due to stress from circumstances, I've gone down to about 213 lb, currently. Things go wrong and I just don't want to eat. I'm now also in my mid-50's, and just don't really have the desire to eat 'a lot' by my old measures. I also seem to have mostly lost my sweet tooth.
My feet are an arthritic mess, so walking/running is mostly out for me. I hate walking anyway, unless I'm away from home, then I can walk from one end of a town/city to the other, but end up paying for it with painful swollen feet.
I have dreams of thinking I might be able to get down to 190 lb one day, but they may just be that - dreams.
I really need to find some form of regular exercise that I enjoy, but I currently haven't really come up with anything. I can honestly say that I just don't like going to the gym, especially.
Sorry that this probably just reads to be my own self-depressed story, but I can definitely relate to the unhappy feelings that come from being and feeling fat.
As you and I were saying just the other day, eat your heart out Brad Pitt, one day you might be as handsome we are. (Though probably not)While I do not disagree with this-
I do think TD it's important that we remember not everyone can be such dashingly handsome men as you and I
I’m very tall and I’m broad shouldered, but I still weigh far too much.
A couple of years ago I lost a lot of weight, got in shape and regularly did 10k runs.
This time last year I was at 95kg, a healthy weight for my height. But then I had a long illness that had me not moving very much for a few months and all the weight came back. Laying on your back without changing your diet will do that, my fault. I’m better now but so unfit that I lose my breath on the stairs.
My job is relatively physical but I’m one of those lazy-efficient people who knows how to be productive without moving much. Just walking around leaves me aching at the end of a shift.
I’ve just started running again but I struggle to go more than 5 minutes without 15 minutes of walking afterwards to recover. It’s going to take a long time to get out of this one.
I did a 15km walk-jog to the supermarket and back today. Thought I needed the exercise more than the car did. Took me hours.
I’m very tall and I’m broad shouldered, but I still weigh far too much.
A couple of years ago I lost a lot of weight, got in shape and regularly did 10k runs.
This time last year I was at 95kg, a healthy weight for my height. But then I had a long illness that had me not moving very much for a few months and all the weight came back. Laying on your back without changing your diet will do that, my fault. I’m better now but so unfit that I lose my breath on the stairs.
My job is relatively physical but I’m one of those lazy-efficient people who knows how to be productive without moving much. Just walking around leaves me aching at the end of a shift.
I’ve just started running again but I struggle to go more than 5 minutes without 15 minutes of walking afterwards to recover. It’s going to take a long time to get out of this one.
I did a 15km walk-jog to the supermarket and back today. Thought I needed the exercise more than the car did. Took me hours.
It's good that you can aknowledge it. Does it help when I mention that you just described probably the single most unhealthy scenario that a modern human can succumb to? You seriously need to get that under control, and it might not be easy to do.This thread speaks my language. Ever since I got into management, I sit all day every day, sneaking trips to the vending machine. I know my diet is out of control, I'm a huge stress eater.
I quit smoking plus or +/-25 years ago.
I miss it at least once a week.![]()
It’s diet more than exercise.
Don't work outside all day or your skin turns to leather.
My concern is that I waited too long to lose weight. If I start losing weight now (at 48 and counting) I don't know if my skin has the elasticity to spring back. Maybe I'll be a series of hanging wrinkly flesh bags...
:-/