tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80244721362192031712024-02-20T00:05:13.095-08:00Man mountain to manPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04714922356525795100noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024472136219203171.post-78364993351092859652010-06-11T07:39:00.000-07:002010-06-11T08:13:30.930-07:00Woop woop world cupWell at last the day i have been looking forward to so much has arrived. Yes folks its footy fest day one.<br />Just got to remember that this next four weeks is not an excuse to lie on the sofa, constantly watching the football and snacking.<br />Exercise has been the secret to my losses so far, yes i have stopped eating the fat laden rubbish that i used to and have moved to the small plate method ( very psychological and it does work). Not that my brain needs much to confuse it these days. I just find the more i move about the more i want to move about.<br />Week 1 and i could hardly force my lard arse of the chair, I've been at work all day i deserve to spend the night in front of the box"WRONG". It was this lack of movement and snacking that got me into this situation in the first place. So i forced myself into the spare room and sat on the exercise bike. Ten Min's in and i was shattered, my legs had disappeared and my backside hurt so much i felt like i had been sitting on a cactus.<br />The next day i decided the bike could have a day off. The local supermarket is less than 1/4 of a mile away so i thought i would ditch the car and walk. What a Revelation, i wondered why the good lord had attached two dangley thing to my backside! now i know.<br />Each week i have either gradually increased my distance or my pace. At the moment (week 8) i normally walk 2 days at medium pace for an hour and 2 days at a fast pace for forty Min's. In between i have been doing some cardio workouts for about 20-30 Min's.<br />In such a short space of time i can't believe the difference. The human body is a fantastic machine and it very quickly adapts. Now a 30 minute ride on the exercise bike is normal, although my arse still feels numb at the end must get a wider seat lol.<br />Any way at my Thursday way in this week i had lost another 2 1/2 lbs taking my total to 39lbs.Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04714922356525795100noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024472136219203171.post-48194716622482512682010-06-08T11:38:00.000-07:002010-06-08T12:26:54.853-07:00The Light bulb momentI have been overweight no! Fat ever since i can remember, through no fault of any one's but my own.<br />If i was told by my mum that i couldn't have anything then i would create and cry until i got what i wanted. Looking back she put up with a lot from my moods.<br />All through junior and High school i was always the largest and took a lot of verbal abuse because of this, although at the time i tried to act as though it didn't bother me. Don't get me wrong i had some fantastic friends at school who i am still in contact with now some 25 years later.<br />On leaving school in 1986 i took an apprenticeship as a pipe fitter, I was probably around 20 stone at that time but being in my late teens/ early twenties and standing at 6' 3 i could carry it of and was always called on if anything heavy required to be forcefully moved or carried.<br />During my late twenties early thirties i found love and married and finally had a wife and a son. I think i became too content with life and began to add a bit more weight year on year until i reached about 28 stone. My marriage started to break down and i decided that something had to be done so i started at the Gym. 15 weeks later i had dropped nearly 5 stone and thought that things were getting better. How wrong i was, Within the space of a few weeks my wife left and i had been told that my mum( my best friend) had got cancer. My world had come crashing down on me and the only answer was Alcohol, Food and cigarettes.<br />Whilst my divorce went through and my mum received treatment i just retreated into another world. I would put on a front for family and friends but inside i was heartbroken. In 2005 my divorce was finalised and in January 2006 my mum lost her battle with cancer. I spent the next 12 months feeling sorry for myself and piled on the pounds, the five stone i had lost and another 5 stone on top, i tipped the scales at a colossal 35 stone.<br />Jan 1st 2008 i was celebrating the new year with family and remembered a promise to my mum so that night i gave up smoking. Two years later i realised that if i had the will power to do this then i have no reason not to lose weight.<br />I reached my 40Th year in October 2009 and decided then that if i didn't act soon i would not see my 50Th birthday.<br />In March 2010 my wonderful sister said that she had some vouchers for weight watchers and that she didn't want to go alone so would i go with her. Reluctantly i agreed and went to that first meeting, the only male amongst all those women i had never felt so embarrassed.<br />I climbed onto the scales and was recorded at 34st 12lbs then i realised i had done it i had taken the first step on this long, long road.<br />I am now seven weeks into this journey and am pleased to say that i have lost a total of 36lbs. the light at the end is getting a tiny bit brighter.Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04714922356525795100noreply@blogger.com3