April 18, 2006
After being discouraged by my slowing rate of weight loss, I've been very slack over the last five or six weeks. My trial membership at the gym expired, and while I had evey intention of joining up for twelve months, I started making excuses for myself — it's a big financial comittment, and I still wasn't sure I'd really make use of the gym for the whole next year.
Things got worse when I wrecked my bike by falling off it while drunk. I was still walking to work, but was driving in at least a couple of times each week. I was eating badly, my exercise dropped right off, and I started getting sick.
A couple of weeks ago, I signed up for a twelve month membership at the gym on Errol Street, but I've been a bit lazy there too, so you can imagine that I was expecting the worst when I stepped onto the scales at my new gym.
But, lo and behold, I'd actually lost weight since the last time I'd weighed myself. It's true that I'd never used these scales before, but if you can't trust those huge, hospital-grade scales, who can you trust?
Hopefully now that I have access to a good set of scales, future weight updates won't be quite so up-and-down.
March 1, 2006
Now that I’ve lost faith in my scales, I’ve decided to use Mum and Dad’s scales as my reference point. Last night, they told me I weighed 118.2 kilograms. Since the middle of September when I started my 100 kilo campaign, I’ve only lost 17 kilograms — not the 25 I thought I had lost. Needless to say, I was pretty bummed out.
When you start to look at the numbers, though, maybe it’s not too bad. I started on the 13th of September, which was 168 days ago, or 24 weeks. They say that a healthy rate of weight loss is about a kilogram each week, but they also say that muscle weighs more than fat, and I’ve definitely put on muscle.
I’ll be starting at a new gym soon, so I’ll have a talk with them about it.
February 20, 2006
Last Thursday I was 110 kilos. On Saturday night, I was 120. I weighed 115 kilograms on Sunday morning. Something tells me my scales are lying to me.
February 16, 2006
Even I can notice a difference now.
I’ve got a two-week trial membership at a local gym that starts tonight. I’ve always hated the idea of a gym — I’m convinced that it’s going to be horribly demeaning, just like high school PE — but I’ll give it a go for a couple of weeks. Hopefully they’ll be able to give me some advice as to some exercises that I could be doing. And it will shut my dad up.
January 25, 2006
This morning I weighed 112.5 kilograms. I don’t feel hideously obese anymore, which is nice.
I’ve been riding my bike a lot lately. On Monday, I rode home from work via the bike track along the Yarra River, which took much, much longer than I’d expected. I think my legs are finally starting to get over it.
December 21, 2005
A while ago, as part of my weight loss/health kick, I gave up coffee. It was tough at first, and only become marginally easier. Mornings were OK, as breakfast usually provided me with the pick-me-up to get me through to lunch time, but the afternoons were a bitch.
I’m not entirely sure why I gave up coffee. I knew it wasn’t the best thing in the world for me, but I wasn’t doing this to live like a Monk — it was supposed to be about getting my weight down to 100 kilograms.
After a while I got sick denying myself, so I joined the four o’clock office pilgrimage down to the Cafe a few times each week. The effects were a little unfortunate — without fail, I’d be running for the toilet within half an hour of starting the coffee, taking the seat for five or ten minutes as my body passed the drink through my digestive system just as quickly as I’d put it in.
I persisted, thinking my body just needed time to remember how to handle coffee, but after three or so weeks of Cappuccinos and Lattes, it just wasn’t getting any better. That’s when I thought I’d try my old favourite — the Long Macchiato. No reaction from my bowels whatsoever. For some reason, it seems that the reaction between the coffee and the milk was sending my bowels into a fit.
December 7, 2005
A little under a month ago, I said that I wanted to be 117 kilograms for my Christmas trip. Well, the Christmas trip was last weekend and I’m very pleased to report that I was actually 116 kilograms when I left, and I managed to keep my weight at that level despite all of the horrible, delicious things I ate and drank.
My next target is to be 113 kilograms for December 25. Wish me luck.
November 27, 2005
Booyah. Cracked the 120 kilogram barrier. I’m now eating breakfast after after my walk to work, and that seems to be working better for me.
I’ve also got myself a pedometer. Black Julie from the Town Hall and I were supposed to be having a competition to see who can get the most steps in a week, so I’ve been walking myself stupid. Yesterday I walked from North Melbourne to Prahran and back (~20,000 steps) and today I walked along the river to Punt Road and back past the MCG (~15,000 steps). Apparently my daily goal should be 10,000 steps, so I’ve done pretty well for myself.
Unfortunately, Julie “forgot” to wear hers, and she doesn’t think she can participate in the competion now that she’s leaving soon. I say she’s chickening out now that she realises how obsessed with the walking thing I am.
November 23, 2005
I’m getting very, very frustrated. I’ve been working hard. I’ve been careful about what I eat. I’ve been walking to work just about every day (I’ve even started taking detours through the city; my walk home is taking me around an hour now). All of this has been to no avail–I just can’t seem to get below 120 kilograms. I’ve been hovering between 120 and 125 for months now.
Personally, I think it’s because I’ve started eating breakfast, but everyone I ask about it seems pretty adamant that eating breakfast is a good idea. Maybe I should leave home without having breakfast, then eat some fruit when I get into the office? Or is it important that I eat breakfasty foods? I’ve never been good with the idea that particular foods are only for particular meals. Cold pizza for breakfast, Coco Pops for dinner, ice cream sundaes for lunch… wait, this is how I got into this mess in the first place, isn’t it?
November 14, 2005
Weighed myself on the weekend and I’m down to 121 kilograms (after eating an Oporto triple-decker chilli chicken burger and chips, no less). Hopefully I’ll be around 117 for the Christmas party trip.