I’d love to know when I last weighed what I do now. I have a couple of years in my life where I didn’t know what I weighed, or even what my pants size was with any degree of accuracy, and I spent a lot of time in lounge clothes, sweats and some very worn jeans, which gave me no measure.
During those years, we were forced to eat the cheapest, most affordable, highest-yield foods for the dollar. In our minds, that meant things like potatoes (a ten-pound bag for something like $4.00US at the time), Hamburger Helper (to extend the little meat we had), boxed meals and snacks like Stove Top Stuffing, macaroni and cheese, Ramen noodle packets (a dozen for less than $2.50), lots of peanut butter and bread, eggs (the only affordable smart food, though we didn’t know it then), and stuff like that.
Obviously, we put on weight. A lot of it. My poor wife tried to go shopping in some of her favorite shoes once, and ended up having to take them off in the parking lot they were so painful. She’d gained weight and we didn’t realize how far gone we were. Not fully.
When I went to the doctor for my back in February of this year, I didn’t know what to expect from the scale. I knew my pants size, which scared me. I knew how my weight ballooned after I quit smoking in 2009. And I knew that my weight was a problem, but didn’t know how much of one. And so, I guess I had an image in mind of what that number would look like, and when I stepped on the scale, I made a discovery.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. I was a whopping 40lbs heavier than I imagined. And my love’s weight was comparable to mine, we knew.
But today, I weighed in a 231.6lbs, a full pound lighter than yesterday despite a full lunch, my full allotment of food at dinner, and an additional 2 cups of the broth in which the meat was cooked sometime after midnight last night. I also had a couple of cups of tea and my usual high quantities of water during the workday.
I know my pants size and the number that goes with it. I know I’m fast approaching the limit of being able to wear these pants without looking like an “Our Gang” kid or Oliver Twist orphan. And I can correlate the two, and hope for the best. But I saw myself through a video camera the kids were playing with last night, and seeing that helped me realize, even though I feel pretty good about my progress, I have a long, long way to go.
A long way to go. About 85lbs or so. But in the last six months, I’ve lost about 36 pounds, and since February (when I started this low-carb journey, albeit incorrectly), I’ve lost almost forty.
(If you haven’t been with me the whole way, my early efforts at low-carb weight loss were to simply replace carbs with protein and fat in any quantities. It’s not the correct way to follow a healthy, low-carb plan, and when my wife learned this, we tackled limiting our protein and making our daily intakes more reasonable. Within a couple of weeks the weight started to come off in earnest. We adopted a ketogenic diet program, with about 75% or more of our daily caloric intake coming from fat, and less than 20% from protein, with the rest from residual carbs. Works great.)
My love continues to try and figure out her ideal, but we pretty much have it down now. I’ll be interested to see where we end up in one year from the start date, and where we reside one year after starting the ketogenic program. Should be interesting.
At any rate, down to 231.6lbs today, and looking forward to tomorrow’s weight. For some reason.