It's late at night and I can't sleep.
I have been wanting to do this post for a while to share my story.
November the 26th was a cold morning, which I woke up feeling very unwell. I had tingling sensations through my arms and legs. I knew I was overweight and checked my symptoms online and self-diagnosed myself with diabetes.Fear struck my heart, i though i have eaten my way into an early grave. I then went to the doctor's surgery where I met with a doctor, who took blood tests for several different conditions.
Two days later I went back to the doctor who told me that I had no such conditions, not even diabetes like I self-diagnosed myself with. I then received some news that I didn't like hearing, the doc said John you are fat. He weighed me at a cool 110 kgs. My BMI was over 30, it should be 25 or less. He said if you don't lose at least 20 kgs which would make me 90kgs that I would run the serious risk of disease and illness in the years to come. I was so scared. To top it off my cholesterol was high as well and so the doc and I devised a weight loss plan.
The doctor's plan was like this:
Three 90 minute workouts a week
No more excessive amounts of cheese.
Cut down on the amount of bread I was eating
Stop snacking on junk food
Stop drinking soft drinks
Go for two decent walks a week.
It sounds like a lot and it is. I wasn't easy and it still isn't. My philosophy has been though if I can generally do the right thing, most of the time, for a long time that I would get healthier. So changing everything a little bit has been my method.
It's probably been the hardest thing I have ever done. It requires discipline I didn't know I had. It's required sacrifice. It means having an apple instead of a chocolate bar, having an orange instead of a $2 double cheeseburger. It means having water or coke zero instead of my beloved coke. (I was drinking from 1-1.5 litres a day.) It means exercising for 90 minutes instead of playing call of duty. It means sometimes planning ahead, so I can eat healthily rather than eat hjs or maccas. It means no more cheese toasties and having baked beans instead.
I have started loading up on salad when I make a sandwich, loading up on fruit, eating more rice, but why. While I did cut down my portions, I increased what I ate healthily, so that I wouldn't eat unhealthily because I was satasfied.
To tell the truth it's working. I no longer like whinnie the pooh. I have lost 20kgs. I am now 90kgs. I did it. By doing the right thing, most of the time, for a long time. I am going back to my doctor this week to tell him i have lost the weight. I have more energy now, my clothes fit better and I feel better about myself.
To tell the truth this success because it is been so hard makes me wonder what else can I accomplish if i put my mind to it. Next up my acne goes. After that, I don't know.
Cheers for listening to my story, hope it helps with your stories
I have been wanting to do this post for a while to share my story.
November the 26th was a cold morning, which I woke up feeling very unwell. I had tingling sensations through my arms and legs. I knew I was overweight and checked my symptoms online and self-diagnosed myself with diabetes.Fear struck my heart, i though i have eaten my way into an early grave. I then went to the doctor's surgery where I met with a doctor, who took blood tests for several different conditions.
Two days later I went back to the doctor who told me that I had no such conditions, not even diabetes like I self-diagnosed myself with. I then received some news that I didn't like hearing, the doc said John you are fat. He weighed me at a cool 110 kgs. My BMI was over 30, it should be 25 or less. He said if you don't lose at least 20 kgs which would make me 90kgs that I would run the serious risk of disease and illness in the years to come. I was so scared. To top it off my cholesterol was high as well and so the doc and I devised a weight loss plan.
The doctor's plan was like this:
Three 90 minute workouts a week
No more excessive amounts of cheese.
Cut down on the amount of bread I was eating
Stop snacking on junk food
Stop drinking soft drinks
Go for two decent walks a week.
It sounds like a lot and it is. I wasn't easy and it still isn't. My philosophy has been though if I can generally do the right thing, most of the time, for a long time that I would get healthier. So changing everything a little bit has been my method.
It's probably been the hardest thing I have ever done. It requires discipline I didn't know I had. It's required sacrifice. It means having an apple instead of a chocolate bar, having an orange instead of a $2 double cheeseburger. It means having water or coke zero instead of my beloved coke. (I was drinking from 1-1.5 litres a day.) It means exercising for 90 minutes instead of playing call of duty. It means sometimes planning ahead, so I can eat healthily rather than eat hjs or maccas. It means no more cheese toasties and having baked beans instead.
I have started loading up on salad when I make a sandwich, loading up on fruit, eating more rice, but why. While I did cut down my portions, I increased what I ate healthily, so that I wouldn't eat unhealthily because I was satasfied.
To tell the truth it's working. I no longer like whinnie the pooh. I have lost 20kgs. I am now 90kgs. I did it. By doing the right thing, most of the time, for a long time. I am going back to my doctor this week to tell him i have lost the weight. I have more energy now, my clothes fit better and I feel better about myself.
To tell the truth this success because it is been so hard makes me wonder what else can I accomplish if i put my mind to it. Next up my acne goes. After that, I don't know.
Cheers for listening to my story, hope it helps with your stories
