Decided eating and drinking myself to death was selfish. Decided I don't need to indulge myself like a spoiled little kid who sees a treat and has to have it. I don't need to suckle on sugar ####. I do need to see my daughter get married and to be able to dance with her at her wedding. I need to take off this fat suit, a suit I have worked at putting on over the last decade. Unfortunately it may not come off all that easy.
July 4, 2019, 311 lbs. Since then no chips bread, ice cream, blizzards, pie, cake. I am eating only food my Grandparents would recognize, food from the produce and meat aisle. I have had more vegetables the last 7 weeks than in the last year. I get up, do 50 push ups and 50 squats and then I ride my exercise bike for 30 minutes while watching Sports Center. My initial results were stunning, now, not so much, a pound or two a week but I am down to 276. If I can get 2 pounds a week going forward I can see the first number on my scale being a 1 instead of the 3 it was or the 2 it is currently by next Memorial day. If only 1 pound a week, well I can still feel good about that by next Memorial day.
My knee replacement is feeling better with the pounds coming off. My cholesterol and, triglycerides are now within normal ranges. My HGA1C is rocking and things are good. Things may progress a bit faster if I get to a weight were I can run instead of bike. I am hoping there will be some magic number of pounds or months since replacement of my knee where suddenly I will cross a threshold and can get really moving. Until then, well I have already left enough fat behind that Tyler Durden would have had a tough time making it over a fence carrying it in a garbage bag. Stupid fat suit.