I have high blood pressure (cause of the fat no doubt) so I don't know if taking a pill is a good idea yet. I knew a guy that swore by ephedrine stacking, but he told me if I had any kind of heart problem or high BP it might kill me.
Also, there's a clinic that checks for sleep apnea right in the next town, so no I have no excuse not to go get it checked out. Just need to find out if I can walk in or if I need to get a referral, which won't be a problem.
As for how I managed to get this fat? First and foremost, I'm lazy. I am, have always been, and will most likely always be, a lazy, lazy person. I know that's a disgusting trait but I have no reason not to be honest with you. At some point in my childhood, I took a dislike to physical activities, and preferred to spend my days inside reading comic books.
The food addiction goes back that far as well. And yeah, I'm gonna straight up call it an addiction. There was nothing I loved more than devouring as many pieces of KFC that I could get to before my brothers had a chance. What a nasty little hog I was. My metabolism must have kept it somewhat under control cause I didn't get FAT until after college; around 22 or 23. When I stopped walking around campus every day and started a life of sitting in chairs, I blew up.
I walk and bike every day here in Japan. Not excessive, but more than I ever would in America. Yet I managed to get bigger and bigger. So basic arithmetic tells me I was consuming so many calories that even the daily bike rides couldn't counter it. I wasn't eating Pizza Hut every day, but I was going to the grocery store and getting the little cheap frozen pizzas, fried chicken from 7-11, and shitloads of chocolate. And when my body was used to taking in that amount of calories, I'd never be satisfied with less. And then I'd just plain eat out of boredom. 2AM and I can't sleep? Hop on down to 7-11...it's always open. Haven't touched a girl in a year? Fuck those bitches man, eat a bag of chocolate instead!
I'm just lucky in this orgy of consumption that I managed to quit alcohol, cause in the old days I would add a few bottles of whiskey to all that pizza, chocolate, spaghetti, and fried chicken....stir in high blood pressure and 300 pounds of fat, and it's a damn miracle I didn't die in my sleep one of those nights.
In September of 2014 I saw a picture my friends took and thought "Gross, who's that fat fuck?" and I actually didn't realize it was me for a second. I weighed about 325 pounds. I don't know why, but it shocked me into action. I immediately changed my eating habits. I cut all carbs and sugars. I ate only lean proteins and vegetables. No exceptions. I don't know how I did it but I did it. I lifted weights three days a week. And in just one month I was down almost 20 pounds. I was so shocked by my progress that I kept it up and by spring of 2015 I was down to under 250. I never thought it was possible, not in a million years. I was wearing clothes I hadn't worn in almost a decade. And the best part? I was getting laid again. Another thing I never thought would happen again.
And slowly but surely I started eating like shit again. At first it was only a few pounds up and down, but then I started going up ten pounds a month. "It's OK....I can handle this. I'll just lose it like before," I tried to convince myself. By summer 2016 I was right back up in the 280s-290s. And then last month, April 2017, I broke 300 again. Something I never thought I'd let myself do, but I did.
And that's where the despair really hits. I think, "oh well, I'm fucked, may as well eat three ice cream bars." Excuses? Yeah, I have a million of em. But they're all bullshit. The truth is, I am lazy. I enjoyed sitting around and stuffing my face so much that I let it go past the point of no return and went right back to where I started.
I don't work at home, so at least I get out of the house Monday through Friday. I take a pill everyday for high blood pressure, but that started a few years ago when I got super fat. If I get down to a reasonable size maybe my BP will go back to normal. I am allergic to citrus fruits like bananas and kiwis and avocado, so I mostly just avoid fruits altogether. I can and do eat pretty much any vegetable though. And in less than 6 months, I'm turning 40.
Here's what I did yesterday:
Breakfast was a bowl of oatmeal, black coffee, and green tea
Lunch was soup, small salad, and some kind of fishpaste thing
Dinner was 500 grams of boneless skinless chicken breast, boiled
I also drank several liters of water. I did some weight lifting (bench press, shoulder press, dumbbell cleans) and also rode my bike.
So far, today has been the same, but I didn't lift. I did some laps around the gym today though (walking, not running) for about a half hour.
I apologize for the wall of text here. And I'm sorry too, if I appear to just be looking for attention/sympathy. I'm not. I know there's no reason for you guys to take time out of your day to try to help some fat asshole on the other side of the world; but I really am doing my best, and I appreciate your input.
Also, there's a clinic that checks for sleep apnea right in the next town, so no I have no excuse not to go get it checked out. Just need to find out if I can walk in or if I need to get a referral, which won't be a problem.
As for how I managed to get this fat? First and foremost, I'm lazy. I am, have always been, and will most likely always be, a lazy, lazy person. I know that's a disgusting trait but I have no reason not to be honest with you. At some point in my childhood, I took a dislike to physical activities, and preferred to spend my days inside reading comic books.
The food addiction goes back that far as well. And yeah, I'm gonna straight up call it an addiction. There was nothing I loved more than devouring as many pieces of KFC that I could get to before my brothers had a chance. What a nasty little hog I was. My metabolism must have kept it somewhat under control cause I didn't get FAT until after college; around 22 or 23. When I stopped walking around campus every day and started a life of sitting in chairs, I blew up.
I walk and bike every day here in Japan. Not excessive, but more than I ever would in America. Yet I managed to get bigger and bigger. So basic arithmetic tells me I was consuming so many calories that even the daily bike rides couldn't counter it. I wasn't eating Pizza Hut every day, but I was going to the grocery store and getting the little cheap frozen pizzas, fried chicken from 7-11, and shitloads of chocolate. And when my body was used to taking in that amount of calories, I'd never be satisfied with less. And then I'd just plain eat out of boredom. 2AM and I can't sleep? Hop on down to 7-11...it's always open. Haven't touched a girl in a year? Fuck those bitches man, eat a bag of chocolate instead!
I'm just lucky in this orgy of consumption that I managed to quit alcohol, cause in the old days I would add a few bottles of whiskey to all that pizza, chocolate, spaghetti, and fried chicken....stir in high blood pressure and 300 pounds of fat, and it's a damn miracle I didn't die in my sleep one of those nights.
In September of 2014 I saw a picture my friends took and thought "Gross, who's that fat fuck?" and I actually didn't realize it was me for a second. I weighed about 325 pounds. I don't know why, but it shocked me into action. I immediately changed my eating habits. I cut all carbs and sugars. I ate only lean proteins and vegetables. No exceptions. I don't know how I did it but I did it. I lifted weights three days a week. And in just one month I was down almost 20 pounds. I was so shocked by my progress that I kept it up and by spring of 2015 I was down to under 250. I never thought it was possible, not in a million years. I was wearing clothes I hadn't worn in almost a decade. And the best part? I was getting laid again. Another thing I never thought would happen again.
And slowly but surely I started eating like shit again. At first it was only a few pounds up and down, but then I started going up ten pounds a month. "It's OK....I can handle this. I'll just lose it like before," I tried to convince myself. By summer 2016 I was right back up in the 280s-290s. And then last month, April 2017, I broke 300 again. Something I never thought I'd let myself do, but I did.
And that's where the despair really hits. I think, "oh well, I'm fucked, may as well eat three ice cream bars." Excuses? Yeah, I have a million of em. But they're all bullshit. The truth is, I am lazy. I enjoyed sitting around and stuffing my face so much that I let it go past the point of no return and went right back to where I started.
I don't work at home, so at least I get out of the house Monday through Friday. I take a pill everyday for high blood pressure, but that started a few years ago when I got super fat. If I get down to a reasonable size maybe my BP will go back to normal. I am allergic to citrus fruits like bananas and kiwis and avocado, so I mostly just avoid fruits altogether. I can and do eat pretty much any vegetable though. And in less than 6 months, I'm turning 40.
Here's what I did yesterday:
Breakfast was a bowl of oatmeal, black coffee, and green tea
Lunch was soup, small salad, and some kind of fishpaste thing
Dinner was 500 grams of boneless skinless chicken breast, boiled
I also drank several liters of water. I did some weight lifting (bench press, shoulder press, dumbbell cleans) and also rode my bike.
So far, today has been the same, but I didn't lift. I did some laps around the gym today though (walking, not running) for about a half hour.
I apologize for the wall of text here. And I'm sorry too, if I appear to just be looking for attention/sympathy. I'm not. I know there's no reason for you guys to take time out of your day to try to help some fat asshole on the other side of the world; but I really am doing my best, and I appreciate your input.