Been out for a while again, managed to weigh-in this morning 154.4, so I have finally hit a total loss of 80kgs.
As I was previously asked to post about my journey here it goes.....
So I have always been the chubby/bigger kid all through out my life. That's not to say it ever affected me physically, I played just about every sport I could through out school, from rugby to badminton. What I ended up doing, and I think most people who are over weight do, is owning my size. You end up getting names along the line of "Frank the Tank" and you are sure as hell going to own that to fit in. Fast forward to varsity, getting my own car and then my own job lead to me ballooning to even bigger sizes. You might hear other people say, I dunno how it happened or excuses like that. IMO that is a bunch of bullshit, you know exactly whats happening when you over eat, you're just accepting of the consequences at that stage. Hopefully though people will hit a type of "rock bottom" before those consequences kill them.
In my case my size was starting to affect how I lived. It stopped me from going to events, concerts or certain places. Before going out to a restaurant I would try find pictures of the chairs so that I knew I could fit into them. If I was invited to a party or a braai at a friends place I would make sure I took a big ass chest cooler box, partly for all the booze, but mostly because I could sit on it, the average plastic garden chair was a no go for me. In other words I wanted more from my life.
In the last half of 2017 I came across a story by
@beetle001 on twitter had lost 60kgs in 12 months. I found that amazingly inspiring and I thought if he could do it I could. So I picked a date, end of January 2018 and I was going to start.
Fast forward to the end of Jan '18 and I started. I knew I was going low carb, so I started by cutting out the obvious carbs(potatoes, pasta, rice, bread and beer

) and Sugar(I used to drink at least 2l of Coke a day). That first week and a half was rough, the "Keto flu" is real, my brain was rebelling against the lack of sugar and I was moody AF. I stuck with it, and once I got though that it was pretty much plain sailing. I'm a pretty obsessive person so I read and read and read and read about banting/keto/lchf/low carb. I tweaked my diet further looking at things like food lists and the like. I would probably say I leaned more towards keto, as I found it a little less restrictive as banting in terms of things like artificial sweeteners and IIFYM( If it fits your macros). I think the most important thing is that you find what works for you, trying things and testing what it does to your weight loss.
So I didn't have a scale that I could stand on at the end of Jan '18 so I decided to give this diet a try for a month and then buy a scale, and hope by hell it would weigh me. So after 1 month of dieting I bought a scale, and I stood on it, a reading came up. First thought was, "Great, I didn't waist my money" then the number started to sink in, 234.4Kgs...... One single human.... two hundred...and thirty four....kilograms. That number was earth shattering but I knew I was the only one to blame and only I could change it. So I was now more motivated than ever.
In terms of exercise, I just started going for a walk in the afternoons after work. I think I started out doing 900ms around the block and I was dead the first few times I did that. I think I had to take at least two breaks during that short route when I first started. One of the things I found the most empowering was the improvements in times, taking fewer breaks, being less dead after the walk and walking further. I eventually bought myself a set of dumbells and a kettle bell , and added that to my weekly routines.
After a few months I discovered IF and introduced this into my routine. I was consistent with this and the weight started falling off, I mean it was bad that I was eating steak, eggs and more biltong than ever before. In my opinion consistency is the key. Yes i did cheat at times but I tried to plan my cheats as much as possible, and if you did have no option but to cheat, try let go of the guilt and just get straight back to your routine at the next meal. Your next meal is you first opportunity to get back on track.
Fast forward to today and I'm 80kgs down, regularly doing 5km park runs, lifting heavier weights, thinking about joining an actual gym and wearing some clothes I last wore 15 years ago. You don't get a second chance at life, but I sure as feel as if I have given mine a second wind. 20kgs to go to my original goal of losing 100kgs, and then who knows.
/This post got a little longer than I thought it would, sorry for the long monologue