I read this thread for the first time yesterday, and swore that I wasn’t going to reply, but after much thought, I decided that I am going to say a few things.
First off, I know all about weight issues, I was a skinny little kid, who became a fat little kid, who became a rather healthy young man, who became a fat man, who became obese, and finally became morbidly obese, and decided to something about it. I am now down to just being fat (WHOOT! I’m fat!) So I think I am qualified to comment on a few things that have been said here.
This reminds me of a joke that was popular among parents when my kids were little. We would buy toys that had “simple assembly required”. The joke was that the instructions read:
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[li]Get a master degree in mechanical engineering[/li][li] Assemble toy[/li](Please note: We said simple not easy) 
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Were these instructions simple? Sure, only two steps. Were they easy? Hell no. 
Again like Zyada I understand that
But allow me to ramble on for a few minutes about my life and weight issues.
When I was a little kid I was the skinny kid. Then in about the 3rd grade I had my tonsils out. After that all of a sudden food tasted wonderful. I started eating more of it than ever before, and I became the both the short kid and the fat kid. Kind of a double whammy. As the fat kid I had to wear “husky” pants, and had trouble finding clothes to fit. (To this fucking day I hate the word husky) By the time I got to high school, I had started into sports, and while my weight did not drop, it did become muscle, and my height increased to where I actually wasn’t in bad shape. 5’8" 150 lbs 32"waist with a 42" chest, in the 11th grade. From all of my past experiences with “husky pants” I had a bad self-image and still thought of myself as fat. :smack: :smack: :smack: (If anyone could invent a time machine I would like to go back to talk to a very dumb teenager, about that and the girl that got away.) By the time I graduated, I was 165, and very solid muscle.
After graduation I worked in construction for 8 months before going to college. By the end of the summer I was ripped, and about 180 of solid muscle. My waist was about 33", my chest still about 42, my biceps where huge! 
While in college I had two downfalls, first off was I still ate like I was working construction (big breakfast, large morning snack, big lunch, big dinner) but I did not have the activity to support it. The second problem is that the dorm served food buffet style. I don’t what it is about me and buffets, but I get this hunter killer instinct, and I want to eat it all. My sister is the same way, and neither of us has a clue. 
Anyway, by the time I left college I was 195-200. Got married, and slowly the pounds came on. I was 220 for many years, and then about 15 years ago I was 235. When I got this job my activity level dropped again, and my weight started up. In 98 I was 265. A very dumb individual bet me that I could not loose 50 lbs in a year ($500!). I stopped eating and lost 65 Lbs and took his money. Of course when the bet was over I started eating again, and the weight came back on again, first back to 235, then up and up and up. Buy this last January I was 275, and could see myself hitting 300 in very short order. :eek: I knew I had to make some lifestyle changes, or I was not going to be happy with the rest of my life. Notice I did not say diet, I said lifestyle choices.
So what prompted me to come to this decision? A couple of things, first off in January I had to buy some size 48 pants. Do you know how hard it is to find size 48 pants? Secondly, when I flew on an airplane, I had the seatbelt all the way out, and I could barely fasten it. I was
>| |< This far from having to ask for a seatbelt extender. Thirdly when I rode my bike, it was getting harder and harder to climb the hills. It was getting to the point where either I had to lose weight or trade my mountain bike in for a Harley; hell, I already had the beer gut.
Lastly I scheduled a family vacation to Hawaii this coming Christmas and I swore I am not going to Hawaii as a fat bastard. So to be blunt vanity is what drove me to lose weight. I was embarrassed to have to buy size 48 pants, embarrassed that I might have to ask for a seatbelt extender, embarrassed that I was always the last guy up the hill, and embarrassed that I would look like a blob in the family pics from vacation.
In my mind, a diet is what you go on to lose 10 lbs. If you want to lose more weight and keep it off, you need to make a lifestyle change
I looked around a various eating plans, and looked back at the diets I had used in the past. What had always worked for me was a high protein diet. (As Long as I stayed on it that is) I picked up Dr. Atkins book, and read it. Twice. What he said made sense for me in my situation. One of the points he makes in the book is that his eating plan is a lifestyle change, not a diet. If you want to keep weight off, you can’t think of diet, you must think lifestyle change. (I am not trying to hijack this thread into a pro/con Atkins thing, just relating my experiences m’k?) Also I travel 2-3 weeks a month, so I needed an eating plan that I can follow while on the road. (Pop quiz. What is the best diet / eating plan to lose weight? Answer, the one you can stick too) I can do a high protein/ lo carb lifestyle while on the road quite easily.
So On Jan 15 I went on a low carb/ high protein lifestyle @ 275 lbs. Today 7 months later I am 60 Lbs lighter @ 215. MY body fat percentage is now 25.8% fat, but no longer obese.
Night before last I went to try on some jeans. I tried on a pair of size 36 jeans. They were very tight, in maybe another 2-3 weeks, and they will be just tight and I will buy them. That will mean I have lost a foot, 12 freaking inches from around my waist.
So now that I have explained about how I got here, how did I do it?
Well first off, eating high protein foods, I eat less, because I feel full sooner. I have also learned to eat for a few minutes and sit and wait and let my body catch up with what I have ingested. This prevents me from just stuffing my face until I start to feel full, then by the time my body catches up, I am stuffed to the point of nausea. By limiting the carbs in my diet, my blood sugar doesn’t spike, and crash causing hunger pangs long before my next meal. Both of these are good things.
So I eat less, and I have cut out bread, pasta and other refined grains from my lifestyle. No refined sugar, or high fructose corn syrup. I have also severely limited my intake of carbonated drinks My personal feeling is that the CO2 causes you stomach to stretch, and then it will take more food to fill that stretched cavity. I am amazed at how little food it takes to fill me up now, compared to 7 months ago.
Exercise. Yes, you can’t get enough. I have spent 3 hours in the hotel gym in the last 2 days. According to my heart rate monitor I have burned 2800 Calories in those 2 days. Did I work out that hard when I started? Of course not! I was physically able to. Last January I would walk on the treadmill at 2 mph, and if I wanted to spike my heart rate to above the training zone, kick it up to whopping 2.5 mph! Now if I walk at below 3.2 mph my heart rate falls below the training zone, and to kick it up I will run at 5.6 mph.
Is exercise fun? I guess the answer to that is yes and no. In many ways I love to work out and I miss it when I don’t. However when I do 1.5-2 hours hard, and my feet hurt, and my arthritic ankle starts throb and swell the answer is no. However when I take a shower afterward, and feel great, and wake up after sleeping like a dead man for the entire night, the answer is yes, you bet I like exercise.
So after all this rambling let’s compare my lifestyle to what Crafter_Man posted
1. Eat less. Eat less, check. I eat less than half of what I used to. I do not starve myself, when I am actually hungry I eat. But I am careful about what I do put in my mouth. Which brings us to
2. Eat better. Again check. Lean meat, fresh veggies. No bread, pasta or refined sugars. No high fructose corn syrup. Very limited carbonated beverages.
3. Exercise. Double check. Besides working out, I do things like park at the far end of the lot, and take stairs whenever possible.
So is it simple to lose weight? Yes three simple steps.
Is it easy? God no it is a pain in the ass.
But when you see an old friend that you have not seen in 6 months and they rave over how good you look, or your doctor mentions that your beer gut is almost gone, or you can walk into a store and buy fashionable clothes, it is well worth it.
I will close with a phrase that has become my mantra over these last seven months:
If anyone is still awake after reading this very long post, and would care to read about what I eat in an average day, I would be happy to post a sample day’s food menu.