LittleLarry
Footballguy
I thought this would be the thread to ask this:What is the least calorie way I could get drunk?
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Eviloutsider
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Started this a week and a half ago (along with cutting all soda/juice) and lost 6 pounds the first week. Ganined two back the next even though I was under everyday but one (+300). Weird.
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Insoxicated
Hydration levels or whether or not you need to take a dump/piss will have big impacts. Go with more of a moving average and don't sweat short term fluctuations.
beer 302
Footballguy
Enema
trogg78
Footballguy
I think vodka and gin are both good. I think the most important thing is that you don't eat after drinking alcohol since your body is going to burn the alcohol first, any additional calories would be stored as fat.
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Killin it so far. This app is fun to use. Makes almost a game of mentally allotting yourself a "budget" for the day. "I'd love to have __________ But then it means I can't have _________ tonight"... or "I plan on going out tonight so I have to leave _______ calories for drinks". Never really thought I'd be big on the calorie counting thing. However, with this app, and having a couple friends (including the GF who doesn't really need to lose anything) on it talking smack on each others walls helps a lot.
Buddy Ball 2K3
Footballguy
Hydration levels or whether or not you need to take a dump/piss will have big impacts. Go with more of a moving average and don't sweat short term fluctuations.
I weigh myself every friday morning before I eat or drink anything. I try to take a leak and drop a deuce if possible before I get on the scale as well.
Keerock
Footballguy
You sound HOT!Hydration levels or whether or not you need to take a dump/piss will have big impacts. Go with more of a moving average and don't sweat short term fluctuations.
VA703
Footballguy
how is vodka 60cal a oz?from what i heard its 1 cal per proof + 10
Buddy Ball 2K3
Footballguy
You sound HOT!Hydration levels or whether or not you need to take a dump/piss will have big impacts. Go with more of a moving average and don't sweat short term fluctuations.
pm me
Keerock
Footballguy
Oh, I'll PM you alright.You sound HOT!Hydration levels or whether or not you need to take a dump/piss will have big impacts. Go with more of a moving average and don't sweat short term fluctuations.
Buddy Ball 2K3
Footballguy
Hey Now!Oh, I'll PM you alright.You sound HOT!Hydration levels or whether or not you need to take a dump/piss will have big impacts. Go with more of a moving average and don't sweat short term fluctuations.
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NJDawgPound
Footballguy
Nothing to do, maybe I'll spill my guts to help "free" me some more.I was in bad shape. When I met my wife 14 years ago, I was 6'3 and 235. Not a muscular 235 as I have always had a roll and have been built like a scallop. But looked pretty good with clothes on. Beefy but not that bad. My wife and I immediately hit it off, and she's a great cook and loves to eat so everything revolved around food. Where we were going to go out to eat, what were we going to cook, etc. I had already used food as an outlet. An outlet for boredom, stress, celebration, coping with sadness, excitement, etc. I know it's cliche but that's how it was. As the years went on, my friends moved away (I used to play hockey twice a week to help keep me in okay shape), I got better jobs with more stress, and became "comfortable," my reliance on food got worse. I would stop at Burger King/McDonald's/Wendy's every day after work, buy about $10 worth of food, and then go home for dinner. This was to "reward" myself for the crap I put up with during the day, or my two/three breakfast sandwiches were an excuse to get the day started each morning. All excuses to trick myself that my disgusting eating habits were okay. As I increased in size (wore a size 40 pants at 235 14 years ago), I grew out of my clothes. No problem, I could afford it, I bought more. And continued to eat myself to death. My wife is chunky but not out of control like me. She begged me to get myself in shape and stop gaining weight (I always hid my atrocious habits from her) and tried everything to get me in gear. She was genuinely afraid for my health and I knew it but my will power wasn't enough to stop the tailspin out of control. I would pretend to go on diets and never lose anything. I never wanted a scale because I didn't want a ##### slap of reality. Finally, I told everyone in another thread that I had kidney stones that created a urine blockage in which I went septic and was 24 hours or so from death if I didn't go to the ER. I spent a week in the ICU but this wasn't even enough to deter me from my ways. I was treated as a diabetic the week I was in the hospital as my Hemoglobin A1C was 6.9. The needles, IV's, nothing deterred me. It was three simple things: 1) needing a finger stick before every meal that felt like a damned staple gun in my finger 2) the absolute fear of my death in my wife's eyes and 3) the reading on the bariatric bed I needed in the ER (has a scale built in). When I read the paperwork exiting the hospital, I saw my weight. 519. Five hundred and ####ing nineteen pounds. Oh the embarrassment. How's that for reality? Sweating walking across the parking lot every morning for work. Wearing a size 60 pants tight and 6XL shirt. Kids and adults alike staring at me like I was non human. Having to stand up and lean my shoulder against the bathroom wall to contort my body enough to wipe my ###. NOTHING hit me like these three things (especially the weight). Ok, well, it was what it was, and I was tired of being a burden on my wife and society and abusing myself. I was already a week in at the hospital eating correctly, so when I was released, I signed up for Myfitnesspal and put myself on a 1300 calorie a day diet with lots of lean proteins and veggies. The doctor actually wanted me on a 1200 calorie a day diet. August 25 I went in to the hospital and weighed 519. Had no will to live my life the way it should be lived, and frankly, the wife should have left me. Since the reality check, I have had no gimmicks, just tracking my calories and eating good healthy foods. Any fat person who whines that they have tried everything is ####ing lying. Everyone knows what you need to do to lose weight. You just stop feeling sorry for yourself, shut the #### up, and just do it. I have lost 141 pounds since then and now am weighing in at a still monstrous but more reasonable 378. My Hemoglobin A1C is now 5.4, no risk for diabetes. The only bad thing about my last checkup was my good cholesterol was low. I am getting more active and when I get to 325-350, I'm putting the skates back on (think the fat goalie from the Mighty Ducks). So this is now my life and I'm livin' it, #####es. Not a diet, a complete body and attitude makeover. No turning back. Can't stop till I hit 219 (300 pounds down). Anyone who would like to cheer me on and get some encouragement themselves feel free to friend me on Myfitnesspal. I'm JGolem1.Sorry for the long-winded story but the truth sets you free. And ya'll will be happy to know that I can now wipe my ### like a human being.Dude you lost my daughter and then some, nice job. Looking forward to hearing the back storyAt 138 pounds lost and goingWhen I get down to my target I'll tell my whole story and post some before and afters. A true lifestyle change. No finish line here.MyFitnessPal helped save my life.
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NewlyRetired
Footballguy
I went directly from reading the absolute joke that Otis is in his thread to this incredible story. Wonderful story and congrats for facing your demons and kicking them harder than Buffy would have. Fantastic work!Nothing to do, maybe I'll spill my guts to help "free" me some more.I was in bad shape. When I met my wife 14 years ago, I was 6'3 and 235. Not a muscular 235 as I have always had a roll and have been built like a scallop. But looked pretty good with clothes on. Beefy but not that bad. My wife and I immediately hit it off, and she's a great cook and loves to eat so everything revolved around food. Where we were going to go out to eat, what were we going to cook, etc. I had already used food as an outlet. An outlet for boredom, stress, celebration, coping with sadness, excitement, etc. I know it's cliche but that's how it was. As the years went on, my friends moved away (I used to play hockey twice a week to help keep me in okay shape), I got better jobs with more stress, and became "comfortable," my reliance on food got worse. I would stop at Burger King/McDonald's/Wendy's every day after work, buy about $10 worth of food, and then go home for dinner. This was to "reward" myself for the crap I put up with during the day, or my two/three breakfast sandwiches were an excuse to get the day started each morning. All excuses to trick myself that my disgusting eating habits were okay. As I increased in size (wore a size 40 pants at 235 14 years ago), I grew out of my clothes. No problem, I could afford it, I bought more. And continued to eat myself to death. My wife is chunky but not out of control like me. She begged me to get myself in shape and stop gaining weight (I always hid my atrocious habits from her) and tried everything to get me in gear. She was genuinely afraid for my health and I knew it but my will power wasn't enough to stop the tailspin out of control. I would pretend to go on diets and never lose anything. I never wanted a scale because I didn't want a ##### slap of reality. Finally, I told everyone in another thread that I had kidney stones that created a urine blockage in which I went septic and was 24 hours or so from death if I didn't go to the ER. I spent a week in the ICU but this wasn't even enough to deter me from my ways. I was treated as a diabetic the week I was in the hospital as my Hemoglobin A1C was 6.9. The needles, IV's, nothing deterred me. It was three simple things: 1) needing a finger stick before every meal that felt like a damned staple gun in my finger 2) the absolute fear of my death in my wife's eyes and 3) the reading on the bariatric bed I needed in the ER (has a scale built in). When I read the paperwork exiting the hospital, I saw my weight. 519. Five hundred and ####ing nineteen pounds. Oh the embarrassment. How's that for reality? Sweating walking across the parking lot every morning for work. Wearing a size 60 pants tight and 6XL shirt. Kids and adults alike staring at me like I was non human. Having to stand up and lean my shoulder against the bathroom wall to contort my body enough to wipe my ###. NOTHING hit me like these three things (especially the weight). Ok, well, it was what it was, and I was tired of being a burden on my wife and society and abusing myself. I was already a week in at the hospital eating correctly, so when I was released, I signed up for Myfitnesspal and put myself on a 1300 calorie a day diet with lots of lean proteins and veggies. The doctor actually wanted me on a 1200 calorie a day diet. August 25 I went in to the hospital and weighed 519. Had no will to live my life the way it should be lived, and frankly, the wife should have left me. Since the reality check, I have had no gimmicks, just tracking my calories and eating good healthy foods. Any fat person who whines that they have tried everything is ####ing lying. Everyone knows what you need to do to lose weight. You just stop feeling sorry for yourself, shut the #### up, and just do it. I have lost 141 pounds since then and now am weighing in at a still monstrous but more reasonable 378. My Hemoglobin A1C is now 5.4, no risk for diabetes. The only bad thing about my last checkup was my good cholesterol was low. I am getting more active and when I get to 325-350, I'm putting the skates back on (think the fat goalie from the Mighty Ducks). So this is now my life and I'm livin' it, #####es. Not a diet, a complete body and attitude makeover. No turning back. Can't stop till I hit 219 (300 pounds down). Anyone who would like to cheer me on and get some encouragement themselves feel free to friend me on Myfitnesspal. I'm JGolem1.Sorry for the long-winded story but the truth sets you free. And ya'll will be happy to know that I can now wipe my ### like a human being.Dude you lost my daughter and then some, nice job. Looking forward to hearing the back storyAt 138 pounds lost and going
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Eviloutsider
Footballguy
Question for you all, do you think it's pretty much only calories I should look at, or what kind of foods I am eating and what time? For instance today I had a granola bar and an english muffin pizza/jello for breakfast and lunch. At that point I am less than 500 calories in for the day. For supper I eat half a homemade pizza (1,000 calories) and soft serve (170). I will also have a late night snack that keeps me under 1,900 for the day. My question is, should I be eating more during the day and less at night or is it strictly calories regardless of anything else (what my doctor told me)?
bentley
Footballguy
I know that having some "bad" days are inevitable. For example, I had 3700 calories on Super Bowl Sunday, 2000 of which were beer. Is it a problem to regularly have one really bad day a week? I end up under my goal in total for the week, but I have a lot of Saturdays where I'm 1200 or more calories over my goal.
NewlyRetired
Footballguy
I am no expert but what I did to lose weight (from 164 to 132 and have maintained 132 for 5 months now) was to concentrate on net calories only. I found that if my calories were good, my fat numbers were also good with out trying. I had no ability to control carbs/sugar/salt so I did not try. I figured I would have to be a vegan to get everything to be in line so I never paid attention to them. I also wanted to eat better in terms of when I absorbed my calories but I was never able to conquer that. Even today I still eat 95% of my calories after 6:00pm.
NewlyRetired
Footballguy
Over the long haul it should not matter in terms of pure weight loss as long as you are under for the week if you believe in the 3500 formula.
NJDawgPound
Footballguy
Thanks. I've never had to kick drugs, alcohol, or gambling, but I would imagine the endorphins get going the same way when I binged on food that an addict would get. And then when you crash, it's always "Why the HELL did I just do that?" And then it's on to the next episode. Yeah, food can be an addiction.My head is 100% in the game, and I have NO urges right now to go back to my self destructive ways, but I KNOW I will have to worry about going off the wagon for the rest of my life. Myfitnesspal is helping me get the structure I need to stay committed.I went directly from reading the absolute joke that Otis is in his thread to this incredible story. Wonderful story and congrats for facing your demons and kicking them harder than Buffy would have. Fantastic work!Nothing to do, maybe I'll spill my guts to help "free" me some more.I was in bad shape. When I met my wife 14 years ago, I was 6'3 and 235. Not a muscular 235 as I have always had a roll and have been built like a scallop. But looked pretty good with clothes on. Beefy but not that bad. My wife and I immediately hit it off, and she's a great cook and loves to eat so everything revolved around food. Where we were going to go out to eat, what were we going to cook, etc. I had already used food as an outlet. An outlet for boredom, stress, celebration, coping with sadness, excitement, etc. I know it's cliche but that's how it was. As the years went on, my friends moved away (I used to play hockey twice a week to help keep me in okay shape), I got better jobs with more stress, and became "comfortable," my reliance on food got worse. I would stop at Burger King/McDonald's/Wendy's every day after work, buy about $10 worth of food, and then go home for dinner. This was to "reward" myself for the crap I put up with during the day, or my two/three breakfast sandwiches were an excuse to get the day started each morning. All excuses to trick myself that my disgusting eating habits were okay. As I increased in size (wore a size 40 pants at 235 14 years ago), I grew out of my clothes. No problem, I could afford it, I bought more. And continued to eat myself to death. My wife is chunky but not out of control like me. She begged me to get myself in shape and stop gaining weight (I always hid my atrocious habits from her) and tried everything to get me in gear. She was genuinely afraid for my health and I knew it but my will power wasn't enough to stop the tailspin out of control. I would pretend to go on diets and never lose anything. I never wanted a scale because I didn't want a ##### slap of reality. Finally, I told everyone in another thread that I had kidney stones that created a urine blockage in which I went septic and was 24 hours or so from death if I didn't go to the ER. I spent a week in the ICU but this wasn't even enough to deter me from my ways. I was treated as a diabetic the week I was in the hospital as my Hemoglobin A1C was 6.9. The needles, IV's, nothing deterred me. It was three simple things: 1) needing a finger stick before every meal that felt like a damned staple gun in my finger 2) the absolute fear of my death in my wife's eyes and 3) the reading on the bariatric bed I needed in the ER (has a scale built in). When I read the paperwork exiting the hospital, I saw my weight. 519. Five hundred and ####ing nineteen pounds. Oh the embarrassment. How's that for reality? Sweating walking across the parking lot every morning for work. Wearing a size 60 pants tight and 6XL shirt. Kids and adults alike staring at me like I was non human. Having to stand up and lean my shoulder against the bathroom wall to contort my body enough to wipe my ###. NOTHING hit me like these three things (especially the weight). Ok, well, it was what it was, and I was tired of being a burden on my wife and society and abusing myself. I was already a week in at the hospital eating correctly, so when I was released, I signed up for Myfitnesspal and put myself on a 1300 calorie a day diet with lots of lean proteins and veggies. The doctor actually wanted me on a 1200 calorie a day diet. August 25 I went in to the hospital and weighed 519. Had no will to live my life the way it should be lived, and frankly, the wife should have left me. Since the reality check, I have had no gimmicks, just tracking my calories and eating good healthy foods. Any fat person who whines that they have tried everything is ####ing lying. Everyone knows what you need to do to lose weight. You just stop feeling sorry for yourself, shut the #### up, and just do it. I have lost 141 pounds since then and now am weighing in at a still monstrous but more reasonable 378. My Hemoglobin A1C is now 5.4, no risk for diabetes. The only bad thing about my last checkup was my good cholesterol was low. I am getting more active and when I get to 325-350, I'm putting the skates back on (think the fat goalie from the Mighty Ducks). So this is now my life and I'm livin' it, #####es. Not a diet, a complete body and attitude makeover. No turning back. Can't stop till I hit 219 (300 pounds down). Anyone who would like to cheer me on and get some encouragement themselves feel free to friend me on Myfitnesspal. I'm JGolem1.Sorry for the long-winded story but the truth sets you free. And ya'll will be happy to know that I can now wipe my ### like a human being.Dude you lost my daughter and then some, nice job. Looking forward to hearing the back storyAt 138 pounds lost and going
PinkydaPimp
Footballguy
Actually, i find this works well for me. It keeps your body guessing which helps to keep your metabolism going and prevent against plateaus. Similar to carb cycling which is said to help as well. Basically you eat low carb and one day a week, you eat alot of carbs.
pack100
Footballguy
Opinions will vary and you need to see what works for your body. MFP is perfect because you can test yourself on one month intervals. Eat one way, eat another and see if you lose more.My advice would be:EAT Freaking breakfast as soon as possible. Does not need to be a lot just enough to get the stomach churning.I then eat about every three hours after that. 7 Breakfast then eat at -10-1-4-7. I try to split up my calories evenly over the 5 meals. I am not perfect at this as I tend to eat a bit more at dinner.I try not to eat before bed as that food tends to land in my love handles
50 pounds down and counting
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Buddy Ball 2K3
Footballguy
So I tried something out this week that had very interesting results. I eliminated a vast amount of the processed food that I normally ate during a day (about 400 calories) and replaced them with about 380 calories of fruits & veggies. The results... I lost 7 lbs this week vs. the 2 lbs that has been the norm over the past couple of months.
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NewlyRetired
Footballguy
Wow, that is eye opening. I assume exercise level was the same?I guess we can surmise that this helped your metabolism. Great work!
Buddy Ball 2K3
Footballguy
Thank youEverything was the same except for diet. I was rather shocked when I got on the scale this am. Actually did a few things around the house, came back to the scale and checked again... same result.
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I ####### love this app. I know I'm a total n00b at this compared to most of you but on Day 16 now and it's still got 100% of the "Fun" level of entering stuff and working toward results. Pushing some other friends to jump on board as well to build a bigger local network. Down close to 10lbs at this point and counting. 
MAC_32
Footballguy
Yes. Processed foods slow metabolism. Don't shop the aisles, shop the outer rim. Calorie counting is step one but here is more to weight loss and healthy living than just calorie counting. Good job.
beer 302
Footballguy
Yes, it's a "cleansing" experience
GreekFreak
Footballguy
Awesome story! Gives me the motivation to keep on this path I have started.Nothing to do, maybe I'll spill my guts to help "free" me some more.I was in bad shape. When I met my wife 14 years ago, I was 6'3 and 235. Not a muscular 235 as I have always had a roll and have been built like a scallop. But looked pretty good with clothes on. Beefy but not that bad. My wife and I immediately hit it off, and she's a great cook and loves to eat so everything revolved around food. Where we were going to go out to eat, what were we going to cook, etc. I had already used food as an outlet. An outlet for boredom, stress, celebration, coping with sadness, excitement, etc. I know it's cliche but that's how it was. As the years went on, my friends moved away (I used to play hockey twice a week to help keep me in okay shape), I got better jobs with more stress, and became "comfortable," my reliance on food got worse. I would stop at Burger King/McDonald's/Wendy's every day after work, buy about $10 worth of food, and then go home for dinner. This was to "reward" myself for the crap I put up with during the day, or my two/three breakfast sandwiches were an excuse to get the day started each morning. All excuses to trick myself that my disgusting eating habits were okay. As I increased in size (wore a size 40 pants at 235 14 years ago), I grew out of my clothes. No problem, I could afford it, I bought more. And continued to eat myself to death. My wife is chunky but not out of control like me. She begged me to get myself in shape and stop gaining weight (I always hid my atrocious habits from her) and tried everything to get me in gear. She was genuinely afraid for my health and I knew it but my will power wasn't enough to stop the tailspin out of control. I would pretend to go on diets and never lose anything. I never wanted a scale because I didn't want a ##### slap of reality. Finally, I told everyone in another thread that I had kidney stones that created a urine blockage in which I went septic and was 24 hours or so from death if I didn't go to the ER. I spent a week in the ICU but this wasn't even enough to deter me from my ways. I was treated as a diabetic the week I was in the hospital as my Hemoglobin A1C was 6.9. The needles, IV's, nothing deterred me. It was three simple things: 1) needing a finger stick before every meal that felt like a damned staple gun in my finger 2) the absolute fear of my death in my wife's eyes and 3) the reading on the bariatric bed I needed in the ER (has a scale built in). When I read the paperwork exiting the hospital, I saw my weight. 519. Five hundred and ####ing nineteen pounds. Oh the embarrassment. How's that for reality? Sweating walking across the parking lot every morning for work. Wearing a size 60 pants tight and 6XL shirt. Kids and adults alike staring at me like I was non human. Having to stand up and lean my shoulder against the bathroom wall to contort my body enough to wipe my ###. NOTHING hit me like these three things (especially the weight). Ok, well, it was what it was, and I was tired of being a burden on my wife and society and abusing myself. I was already a week in at the hospital eating correctly, so when I was released, I signed up for Myfitnesspal and put myself on a 1300 calorie a day diet with lots of lean proteins and veggies. The doctor actually wanted me on a 1200 calorie a day diet. August 25 I went in to the hospital and weighed 519. Had no will to live my life the way it should be lived, and frankly, the wife should have left me. Since the reality check, I have had no gimmicks, just tracking my calories and eating good healthy foods. Any fat person who whines that they have tried everything is ####ing lying. Everyone knows what you need to do to lose weight. You just stop feeling sorry for yourself, shut the #### up, and just do it. I have lost 141 pounds since then and now am weighing in at a still monstrous but more reasonable 378. My Hemoglobin A1C is now 5.4, no risk for diabetes. The only bad thing about my last checkup was my good cholesterol was low. I am getting more active and when I get to 325-350, I'm putting the skates back on (think the fat goalie from the Mighty Ducks). So this is now my life and I'm livin' it, #####es. Not a diet, a complete body and attitude makeover. No turning back. Can't stop till I hit 219 (300 pounds down). Anyone who would like to cheer me on and get some encouragement themselves feel free to friend me on Myfitnesspal. I'm JGolem1.Sorry for the long-winded story but the truth sets you free. And ya'll will be happy to know that I can now wipe my ### like a human being.Dude you lost my daughter and then some, nice job. Looking forward to hearing the back storyAt 138 pounds lost and going
NJDawgPound
Footballguy
Thanks! (and Trogg too).The weight loss has slowed, but I'm not quitting. Had two slices of pizza (patted off the grease though) two days ago at lunch and thought I was gonna have explosive diarrehea. That's how insanely committed to this I have been. Nothing but healthy fats, lean proteins, fruits and veggies, and greek yogurts (and 100-200 calories of snacks a day). My body is now a machine!Awesome story! Gives me the motivation to keep on this path I have started.Nothing to do, maybe I'll spill my guts to help "free" me some more.I was in bad shape. When I met my wife 14 years ago, I was 6'3 and 235. Not a muscular 235 as I have always had a roll and have been built like a scallop. But looked pretty good with clothes on. Beefy but not that bad. My wife and I immediately hit it off, and she's a great cook and loves to eat so everything revolved around food. Where we were going to go out to eat, what were we going to cook, etc. I had already used food as an outlet. An outlet for boredom, stress, celebration, coping with sadness, excitement, etc. I know it's cliche but that's how it was. As the years went on, my friends moved away (I used to play hockey twice a week to help keep me in okay shape), I got better jobs with more stress, and became "comfortable," my reliance on food got worse. I would stop at Burger King/McDonald's/Wendy's every day after work, buy about $10 worth of food, and then go home for dinner. This was to "reward" myself for the crap I put up with during the day, or my two/three breakfast sandwiches were an excuse to get the day started each morning. All excuses to trick myself that my disgusting eating habits were okay. As I increased in size (wore a size 40 pants at 235 14 years ago), I grew out of my clothes. No problem, I could afford it, I bought more. And continued to eat myself to death. My wife is chunky but not out of control like me. She begged me to get myself in shape and stop gaining weight (I always hid my atrocious habits from her) and tried everything to get me in gear. She was genuinely afraid for my health and I knew it but my will power wasn't enough to stop the tailspin out of control. I would pretend to go on diets and never lose anything. I never wanted a scale because I didn't want a ##### slap of reality. Finally, I told everyone in another thread that I had kidney stones that created a urine blockage in which I went septic and was 24 hours or so from death if I didn't go to the ER. I spent a week in the ICU but this wasn't even enough to deter me from my ways. I was treated as a diabetic the week I was in the hospital as my Hemoglobin A1C was 6.9. The needles, IV's, nothing deterred me. It was three simple things: 1) needing a finger stick before every meal that felt like a damned staple gun in my finger 2) the absolute fear of my death in my wife's eyes and 3) the reading on the bariatric bed I needed in the ER (has a scale built in). When I read the paperwork exiting the hospital, I saw my weight. 519. Five hundred and ####ing nineteen pounds. Oh the embarrassment. How's that for reality? Sweating walking across the parking lot every morning for work. Wearing a size 60 pants tight and 6XL shirt. Kids and adults alike staring at me like I was non human. Having to stand up and lean my shoulder against the bathroom wall to contort my body enough to wipe my ###. NOTHING hit me like these three things (especially the weight). Ok, well, it was what it was, and I was tired of being a burden on my wife and society and abusing myself. I was already a week in at the hospital eating correctly, so when I was released, I signed up for Myfitnesspal and put myself on a 1300 calorie a day diet with lots of lean proteins and veggies. The doctor actually wanted me on a 1200 calorie a day diet. August 25 I went in to the hospital and weighed 519. Had no will to live my life the way it should be lived, and frankly, the wife should have left me. Since the reality check, I have had no gimmicks, just tracking my calories and eating good healthy foods. Any fat person who whines that they have tried everything is ####ing lying. Everyone knows what you need to do to lose weight. You just stop feeling sorry for yourself, shut the #### up, and just do it. I have lost 141 pounds since then and now am weighing in at a still monstrous but more reasonable 378. My Hemoglobin A1C is now 5.4, no risk for diabetes. The only bad thing about my last checkup was my good cholesterol was low. I am getting more active and when I get to 325-350, I'm putting the skates back on (think the fat goalie from the Mighty Ducks). So this is now my life and I'm livin' it, #####es. Not a diet, a complete body and attitude makeover. No turning back. Can't stop till I hit 219 (300 pounds down). Anyone who would like to cheer me on and get some encouragement themselves feel free to friend me on Myfitnesspal. I'm JGolem1.Sorry for the long-winded story but the truth sets you free. And ya'll will be happy to know that I can now wipe my ### like a human being.Dude you lost my daughter and then some, nice job. Looking forward to hearing the back storyAt 138 pounds lost and going
Joe T
Footballguy
I ####### love this app. I know I'm a total n00b at this compared to most of you but on Day 16 now and it's still got 100% of the "Fun" level of entering stuff and working toward results. Pushing some other friends to jump on board as well to build a bigger local network. Down close to 10lbs at this point and counting.
Nice.
NJDawgPound
Footballguy
I have Trogg, [icon], and Chaka as friends. Nice!'Joe T said:'[icon] said:I ####### love this app. I know I'm a total n00b at this compared to most of you but on Day 16 now and it's still got 100% of the "Fun" level of entering stuff and working toward results. Pushing some other friends to jump on board as well to build a bigger local network. Down close to 10lbs at this point and counting.
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Oh yeah... Greek Yogurt Rules.
Costco has the Dannon Light & Fit with strawberry/blueberry for ~.90ea. 12g protein at 80 calories. Not bad. Makes a great mid morning snack. Wish I could find bulk quality unflavored kind on the cheap and add my own fruit but It's not easy.
Sushi last night...went with mostly sashimi. Had a little Nigori (cold unfiltered) Sake with the meal.
Tonight I'm hitting costco and it appears I have caloric headroom for a 12oz Filet Mignon grilled with some grilled asparagus (Light olive oil and salt/pepper). I'll take that as a dinner to cap off the week.
Costco has the Dannon Light & Fit with strawberry/blueberry for ~.90ea. 12g protein at 80 calories. Not bad. Makes a great mid morning snack. Wish I could find bulk quality unflavored kind on the cheap and add my own fruit but It's not easy.
Sushi last night...went with mostly sashimi. Had a little Nigori (cold unfiltered) Sake with the meal.
Tonight I'm hitting costco and it appears I have caloric headroom for a 12oz Filet Mignon grilled with some grilled asparagus (Light olive oil and salt/pepper). I'll take that as a dinner to cap off the week.
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Cunk
Footballguy
So I step on the scale yesterday and it read 185.6 pounds. So the trend is clear. Even though I go up and down during the week, ultimately the lows are getting lower. What's crazy is that after that scale reading I felt a little bad going out to eat with the g/f last night. I figured if I ate like normal I'd probably hit the 184s. Last night I had fries, 3 dirty martinis, a big steak with mashed potatoes and a small dessert which I never do (don't have a sweet tooth). Step on the scale today expecting the worst...185 even. I lost .6 pounds. Probably weigh 187 tomorrow after eating normal today. I think maybe my scale just sucks.Edited to add down 10 pounds since this time last year.
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#### man.. when you're talking about fluctuations between under a pound that's nothing.
Cunk
Footballguy
You're right. I should probably weigh myself once a week but just can't help myself! Lost 15 pounds about 10 years ago in 2 weeks doing the atkins thing. Not so much in my 40s.
Chaka
Footballguy
Realistically the reduction of processed foods decreased his overall carbohydrate and sodium intake. He probably had less stored glycogen and therefore less stored water. I strongly doubt anyone's metabolism will change to that degree after less than one week eating differently.
Chaos Commish
Footballguy
Awesome testimony. I almost want to join MFP just to friend the person behind this story. This is the only page of this thread I've read. I personally can't calorie count. It wasn't the thing for me. Hell, I became so frustrated that I quit weighing myself and using the fit of clothes as my only guage. Everybody is different so whatever works. The sentences I bolded and bigged above point to the attitude that works. Great job, and don't let any plateau stop you.Nothing to do, maybe I'll spill my guts to help "free" me some more.I was in bad shape. When I met my wife 14 years ago, I was 6'3 and 235. Not a muscular 235 as I have always had a roll and have been built like a scallop. But looked pretty good with clothes on. Beefy but not that bad.Dude you lost my daughter and then some, nice job. Looking forward to hearing the back storyAt 138 pounds lost and going
When I get down to my target I'll tell my whole story and post some before and afters. A true lifestyle change. No finish line here.
MyFitnessPal helped save my life.
My wife and I immediately hit it off, and she's a great cook and loves to eat so everything revolved around food. Where we were going to go out to eat, what were we going to cook, etc. I had already used food as an outlet. An outlet for boredom, stress, celebration, coping with sadness, excitement, etc. I know it's cliche but that's how it was. As the years went on, my friends moved away (I used to play hockey twice a week to help keep me in okay shape), I got better jobs with more stress, and became "comfortable," my reliance on food got worse. I would stop at Burger King/McDonald's/Wendy's every day after work, buy about $10 worth of food, and then go home for dinner. This was to "reward" myself for the crap I put up with during the day, or my two/three breakfast sandwiches were an excuse to get the day started each morning. All excuses to trick myself that my disgusting eating habits were okay.
As I increased in size (wore a size 40 pants at 235 14 years ago), I grew out of my clothes. No problem, I could afford it, I bought more. And continued to eat myself to death. My wife is chunky but not out of control like me. She begged me to get myself in shape and stop gaining weight (I always hid my atrocious habits from her) and tried everything to get me in gear. She was genuinely afraid for my health and I knew it but my will power wasn't enough to stop the tailspin out of control. I would pretend to go on diets and never lose anything. I never wanted a scale because I didn't want a ##### slap of reality.
Finally, I told everyone in another thread that I had kidney stones that created a urine blockage in which I went septic and was 24 hours or so from death if I didn't go to the ER. I spent a week in the ICU but this wasn't even enough to deter me from my ways. I was treated as a diabetic the week I was in the hospital as my Hemoglobin A1C was 6.9. The needles, IV's, nothing deterred me. It was three simple things: 1) needing a finger stick before every meal that felt like a damned staple gun in my finger 2) the absolute fear of my death in my wife's eyes and 3) the reading on the bariatric bed I needed in the ER (has a scale built in).
When I read the paperwork exiting the hospital, I saw my weight. 519. Five hundred and ####ing nineteen pounds. Oh the embarrassment. How's that for reality? Sweating walking across the parking lot every morning for work. Wearing a size 60 pants tight and 6XL shirt. Kids and adults alike staring at me like I was non human. Having to stand up and lean my shoulder against the bathroom wall to contort my body enough to wipe my ###. NOTHING hit me like these three things (especially the weight).
Ok, well, it was what it was, and I was tired of being a burden on my wife and society and abusing myself. I was already a week in at the hospital eating correctly, so when I was released, I signed up for Myfitnesspal and put myself on a 1300 calorie a day diet with lots of lean proteins and veggies. The doctor actually wanted me on a 1200 calorie a day diet.
August 25 I went in to the hospital and weighed 519. Had no will to live my life the way it should be lived, and frankly, the wife should have left me. Since the reality check, I have had no gimmicks, just tracking my calories and eating good healthy foods. Any fat person who whines that they have tried everything is ####ing lying. Everyone knows what you need to do to lose weight. You just stop feeling sorry for yourself, shut the #### up, and just do it.
I have lost 141 pounds since then and now am weighing in at a still monstrous but more reasonable 378. My Hemoglobin A1C is now 5.4, no risk for diabetes. The only bad thing about my last checkup was my good cholesterol was low. I am getting more active and when I get to 325-350, I'm putting the skates back on (think the fat goalie from the Mighty Ducks).
So this is now my life and I'm livin' it, #####es. Not a diet, a complete body and attitude makeover. No turning back. Can't stop till I hit 219 (300 pounds down).
Anyone who would like to cheer me on and get some encouragement themselves feel free to friend me on Myfitnesspal. I'm JGolem1.
Sorry for the long-winded story but the truth sets you free. And ya'll will be happy to know that I can now wipe my ### like a human being.
Chaos Commish
Footballguy
I make my own plain greek yogurt. It's really easy. I mostly use it the way you're wanting to, but it has a ton of uses. Makes great creamy salad dressings. A gallon of milk makes over a quart of yogurt and I use the whey to lactoferment veggies.
NJDawgPound
Footballguy
Thanks! I gained a new friend on MFP and I assume it's you, Commish. My last two days was the worst I've had in a while although I didn't go over my net calorie goal. Had a grilled chicken sandwich minus the mayo and a small tots from the new Sonic that opened by me tonight- first fried food in about 7 months. Back to clean eating tomorrow.Awesome testimony. I almost want to join MFP just to friend the person behind this story. This is the only page of this thread I've read. I personally can't calorie count. It wasn't the thing for me. Hell, I became so frustrated that I quit weighing myself and using the fit of clothes as my only guage. Everybody is different so whatever works. The sentences I bolded and bigged above point to the attitude that works. Great job, and don't let any plateau stop you.Nothing to do, maybe I'll spill my guts to help "free" me some more.I was in bad shape. When I met my wife 14 years ago, I was 6'3 and 235. Not a muscular 235 as I have always had a roll and have been built like a scallop. But looked pretty good with clothes on. Beefy but not that bad.Dude you lost my daughter and then some, nice job. Looking forward to hearing the back storyAt 138 pounds lost and going
When I get down to my target I'll tell my whole story and post some before and afters. A true lifestyle change. No finish line here.
MyFitnessPal helped save my life.
My wife and I immediately hit it off, and she's a great cook and loves to eat so everything revolved around food. Where we were going to go out to eat, what were we going to cook, etc. I had already used food as an outlet. An outlet for boredom, stress, celebration, coping with sadness, excitement, etc. I know it's cliche but that's how it was. As the years went on, my friends moved away (I used to play hockey twice a week to help keep me in okay shape), I got better jobs with more stress, and became "comfortable," my reliance on food got worse. I would stop at Burger King/McDonald's/Wendy's every day after work, buy about $10 worth of food, and then go home for dinner. This was to "reward" myself for the crap I put up with during the day, or my two/three breakfast sandwiches were an excuse to get the day started each morning. All excuses to trick myself that my disgusting eating habits were okay.
As I increased in size (wore a size 40 pants at 235 14 years ago), I grew out of my clothes. No problem, I could afford it, I bought more. And continued to eat myself to death. My wife is chunky but not out of control like me. She begged me to get myself in shape and stop gaining weight (I always hid my atrocious habits from her) and tried everything to get me in gear. She was genuinely afraid for my health and I knew it but my will power wasn't enough to stop the tailspin out of control. I would pretend to go on diets and never lose anything. I never wanted a scale because I didn't want a ##### slap of reality.
Finally, I told everyone in another thread that I had kidney stones that created a urine blockage in which I went septic and was 24 hours or so from death if I didn't go to the ER. I spent a week in the ICU but this wasn't even enough to deter me from my ways. I was treated as a diabetic the week I was in the hospital as my Hemoglobin A1C was 6.9. The needles, IV's, nothing deterred me. It was three simple things: 1) needing a finger stick before every meal that felt like a damned staple gun in my finger 2) the absolute fear of my death in my wife's eyes and 3) the reading on the bariatric bed I needed in the ER (has a scale built in).
When I read the paperwork exiting the hospital, I saw my weight. 519. Five hundred and ####ing nineteen pounds. Oh the embarrassment. How's that for reality? Sweating walking across the parking lot every morning for work. Wearing a size 60 pants tight and 6XL shirt. Kids and adults alike staring at me like I was non human. Having to stand up and lean my shoulder against the bathroom wall to contort my body enough to wipe my ###. NOTHING hit me like these three things (especially the weight).
Ok, well, it was what it was, and I was tired of being a burden on my wife and society and abusing myself. I was already a week in at the hospital eating correctly, so when I was released, I signed up for Myfitnesspal and put myself on a 1300 calorie a day diet with lots of lean proteins and veggies. The doctor actually wanted me on a 1200 calorie a day diet.
August 25 I went in to the hospital and weighed 519. Had no will to live my life the way it should be lived, and frankly, the wife should have left me. Since the reality check, I have had no gimmicks, just tracking my calories and eating good healthy foods. Any fat person who whines that they have tried everything is ####ing lying. Everyone knows what you need to do to lose weight. You just stop feeling sorry for yourself, shut the #### up, and just do it.
I have lost 141 pounds since then and now am weighing in at a still monstrous but more reasonable 378. My Hemoglobin A1C is now 5.4, no risk for diabetes. The only bad thing about my last checkup was my good cholesterol was low. I am getting more active and when I get to 325-350, I'm putting the skates back on (think the fat goalie from the Mighty Ducks).
So this is now my life and I'm livin' it, #####es. Not a diet, a complete body and attitude makeover. No turning back. Can't stop till I hit 219 (300 pounds down).
Anyone who would like to cheer me on and get some encouragement themselves feel free to friend me on Myfitnesspal. I'm JGolem1.
Sorry for the long-winded story but the truth sets you free. And ya'll will be happy to know that I can now wipe my ### like a human being.
Chaka
Footballguy
I have been doing MFP regularly since October and never did the "friend" thing, I just don't see the point, but after reading NJ's story I immediately friended him. It is awesome and inspiring to follow his progress.
NJDawgPound
Footballguy
I had a few friends on there- one FBG which I PMed with and became friends with and the rest people I know. Now that I have you and a few other FBGs with me, it helps as I am motivated to keep going at a good pace and hit more milestones, live up to my words and see this thing through. The 150 pounds down mark is coming quick!I am embarrassed that I let things get that bad, but proud of myself that I was able to reach down deep and do this au natural without surgery.
My hospital episode was a blessing.
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How does this work? I've seen yogurt makers on amazon.clm like this... Do they make Greek yogurt? What is the cost per finished quart? http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/s/ref=is_s_ss_i_0_7?k=yogurt+maker&sprefix=Yogurt+'Chaos Commish said:
Chaos Commish
Footballguy
How does this work? If you take a cup of milk and nuke it for a minute, then stir it for a minute to cool it some, then stir a teaspoon of any yogurt in it, you will have a cup of yogurt in about 8 hours. Yogurt cultures activate between 95 and 115 degrees so I store mine on a shelf above my hot water heater.
I've seen yogurt makers on amazon.clm like this... Do they make Greek yogurt?
Greek yogurt is nothing more than strained yogurt. You can strain any store bought yogurt to turn it Greek. A yogurt maker won't strain it for you, but it will replace the microwave and hot water heater uncertainties above.
What is the cost per finished quart?
She strained organic store bought and it finished basically the same price as non-organic Fage. I use the exact same technique she illustrates. Using milk makes it cost effective. For a $3.50 gallon, I get about 1/3rd gallon of thick Greek yogurt. This varies, but I'm told a machine will make more and be consistent. I usually use a premium milk, not raw (which is great stuff and a little different process), but cream on top non-homogenized pesticide, herbicide, hormone and anti-biotic free. Trader Joe's brand is the best deal around here for the good stuff. Half the time I skim the cream, culture it for creme fraiche, and make fat free yogurt. Low cal, you counters.
If you want to check out the Greeking process with store bought, I like Dannon's All Natural. Two ingredients, period, milk and cultures. Good culture they have going too, Walmart pricing a bonus.
Update: I never count calories and pay little attention to milk to Greek yogurt conversions either. But yesterday I cultured exactly one quart of milk, strained it all day, and just put a little over two cups in a container. So, I did get the same results as in the link, and a gallon of milk will make a little over a half gallon Greek.
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