I’m fat because I like to eat. However, I don’t really give enough of a rat’s ass about what others think of me to be guilted into the “acceptable” range.
My health is fine, all my vitals are well within normal limits, low cholesterol, normal sugar, chemistry counts all within normal limits.
Don’t like me because of my size? Fuck ya. I prolly wouldn’t like you either.
Other: The adage “be careful of what you wish for, you just may get it”. Well, that got to me.
The first twenty five years of my life (I’m 36 now), I was skinny as a rail. I am 6’1" and I was about 145-150 lbs. I ate a lot then too. Sometimes two McDonald’s Big Mac super value meals at a time. I didn’t gain weight.
Of course, I was more active then and younger too. I then got a sedentary job with a nice paycheck and ate better food, but still not all together nutritious.
So, over the course of the next eleven years, I watched my weight slowly creep up. At first, I was happy to get some meat on my bones. Then I got into a nice, safe relationship and my SO LOVES LOVES LOVES to eat. So, I joined in and liked it too.
I ballooned up to 258.2 and I had that man-pregnant belly. Ugh.
Then, back in November, I did NaNoWriMo and realized that I work so well when I have stated, concrete goals. So once January started, I weighed myself in and did something I never did before: count calories. I always thought that was for anal retentive folks and I never bothered as the information seemed a bit too unobtainable. I’ve since cut out a lot of the “naughty” stuff. No more soda pop, ultra lean ground turkey instead of hamburger, exercising 5-6 times a week. I’ve kept a chart not only of my weight progress, but my goals too.
Since then, I’ve dropped almost 28 lbs and if my schedule keeps going where I want it to losing 3 more pounds, I will no longer have an obese BMI by March 27th. (BMI is not reliable, yadda yadda yadda, but I’m just using it as a personal measuring stick).
I’d say a big part was I was taking more calories than I was burning. But a bigger part of it was plain ignorance on what my caloric intake actually was. I had no clue that chinese dish I loved was so completely bad “even though it had chicken and green beans”.
I’m about 30lbs over weight. I exercise and I generally eat a high protein, whole grain diet. I also love fruits and vegetables. There are times when I eat too much but its not often an issue.
My problem is that the rest of the time I have a very sedentary lifestyle. I sit on my ass all day long at work as well as spend a lot of time in front of the TV at night. I constantly struggle with keeping up my daily activity level (other than the hour or so of exercise). Someday soon I hope to get out from this death-trap of a job to one more active and satisfying! I truly believe this would make a huge difference in my ability to get down to my normal weight.
I chose other. There are multiple reasons, some I can control, some I can work around.
One of the larger problems I discovered was when I was diagnosed with gluten intolerance. I eat something containing gluten, and apparently my stomach spasms, empties itself post haste, and then thinks it’s starving.
I also suffer from PCOS, with all the standard pitfalls that includes, and depression. Unfortunately, a full to bloated stomach always feels better when my mood drops below a certain point. Of course, the preferred food at that point also happens to contain gluten. :smack:
That said, I’ve lost over 50 pounds the past year. 