Well, here’s the stats as promised! Just like everyone in town, I’m going Kimba style for my stats, sorta.
last update: 19 January 2005
height: 173cm (5’8")
original start weight: 159.2kg (351lb) on 17 Jan 2001
original start bmi: 53.4
fresh start weight: 95.9kg (211.4 lb) on 12 Jan 2005
fresh start bmi: 32.2
current weight: 93.1kg (205.2lb)
current bmi: 31.2
result this week: -2.8kg (6.1lb)
total loss in 2005: -2.8kg (6.1lb)
total loss since 2001: -66.1kg (145.7lb)
initial goal weight: 75kg (165lb)
distance to goal: 18.1kg (40lb)
In summary I had a brilliant week with the eating and water consumption. This week will be all about getting the exercise back on track. Got some serious blubber to tone up and can’t let shitty weather be an excuse to bypass the gym and curl up with a book. Woohoo!
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Monday was my four year anniversary of starting the lard busting journey. You can read the very first entry here, written after my first trip to WW in which I cried on the scales in front of a whole lot of people.
If anyone here reading is at the start of their journey, and finds it utterly depressing that they have the equivalent of a whole person to lose – please know that someone understands how that feels. But if you’ve decided to do something about it, I say good on ya, and just take it one baby step at a time. I remember Week One of WW when I walked to the end of the block for exercise and just cried because I was already out of breath, I thought my lardy body and foggy mind were incapable of change.
But you CAN change things. All those tiny little healthy decisions you make in your life add up to something huge. I know I am not done with the task yet, but already my life has changed more than I could ever imagine. If you told me back then that in four years ago I would travel, run and talk to boys, I would have told you to fuck off as I sped off to McDonald’s Drive Thru.
I’m not going to get corny here, but if you’re at the start and it seems overwhelming, please please please don’t ever give up. It will take awhile, but one day you’ll wake up full of hope and realise you like yourself again. That feels better than a bath in molten chocolate.