My loose maths work that out to be the fastest recommended rate of fat loss (1KG/week), I'd often say if someone achieves half that rate, they are doing very well. So go you.
I remember you telling me you telling me you didn't really try anything, you just decided to get your garden in order, bonus!
Did you feel tired? Hungry? Weak? Sleep more? etc etc? As it is bloody great progress and for a pretty long time.
Yup, that’s where it all started, with getting the garden in shape.
Staring at the treadmill, exercise bike and heavy-bag in my garage just never inspired me to get off my fat arse… But physical activity to produce tangible results (tidier garden), just seemed like the right thing to do.
Cutting out wheat-based stuff significantly reduced the feeling of bloatedness, and going Cold Turkey on cheese was a big shift forward.
HW’s got me bending and stretching now… (And I get bonus House Points for joining in her Yoga warm-ups…)
But truth be told, I’d say the bulk of the weight has been lost because I’ve rediscovered my Dancing Shoes…
Pretty much every weekend since Holyfest (with a couple of exceptions) has been spent at a festival, concert or club. And ‘cos HW is… Quite a good dancer… I’m sort of compelled to try and keep up with her.
12 hours of throwing shapes is usually good for losing half-a-stone or so. Lot of that is water, which obviously gets replaced, but a lot of lard melts as well, which isn’t then replaced.
Strutting my stuff is also a nice, gentle way to reactivate all my dormant muscles. They used to be quite solid when I was playing rugby and fighting… And the temptation is to leap back to my Golden Age Movements… But that approach has proved strenuous in the past…
So dancing and fucking to bring everything back to life; Yoga to activate and vitalise all the connecting bits. And when I’m ready, I’ll be getting back into Martial Arts (for fitness, rather than competition…).
Not really feeling tired… The opposite really… I seem to be managing quite comfortably on 3-4 hours’ sleep a day.
As for feeling hungry…
Well yes, I’m still human… But I think the most critical factor with all my weight loss has been changing my mental attitude towards food and eating.
When you’re a fat bastard, there’s this constant, overshadowing injunction against eating (‘cos you’re already too fat…). So we fatties tend to wait and wait until we’re *REALLY* hungry, and *THEN* decide what we’re going to be eating…
Problem then was that I would prepare myself a mountain of food, and scoff the lot (having been raised to always clear my plate &c…).
Before his downfall, the comedian Louis C.K. had this bit in one of his routines where he talks about a fact he heard, which is that it takes the stomach 20 minutes to tell the brain that it is full…
Which seems to make sense. Can recall many occasions when I really had eaten my fill, but my brain didn’t seem to be passing that information on to my eating apparatus.
New approach then, is to eat slower (HW promotes 40 chews per mouthful…), eat only until I no longer feel hungry, and if I’m really on the case, eat a little something just *BEFORE* I start to feel hungry.
And I think that’s what I was gabbling on about in my previous post. My mind can easily rationalise its way around anything. I needed some way to thwart it from thwarting me…
And recalibrating my mind with “Eat until you are no longer hungry.”, instead of, “Eat until you feel full.”, seems to have check-mated it!!
I’ve made my mind my bitch, instead of being my mind’s bitch.