Fatty recently posted about his goal to shed some pounds and invited anyone who wanted to lose weight with him. It’s not a contest, just an invitation. If I can find someone to go head-to-head with, all the better. But for now, I’ll forge ahead alone. I planned on losing the weight anyway, but he’s inspired me to post about it.
Ahh, new years resolutions. Time to commit to eat less and exercise more. So where am I now? I’m a I’m 6’1″—a natural Clydesdale. I’ll never be down with the featherweight cyclists in the 140-160 range. At my most fit I clock in at 195. If I get down to a ‘normal’ BMI, I’ll be in a hospital bed. And we don’t really want that, do we? Not so much.
At my ideal weight, most BMI calculators put me at ‘overweight.’ At my current 230, I’m considered ‘obese.’
I think that’s bull. At my most fit, I have little to no visible fat. Right now it’s clearly there, but neither I, nor anyone I know, would describe me as obese.
See for yourself. This is me at 230 this summer.
Doesn’t look obese, right? A few pounds to shed, but not obese.
Stupid BMI calculators.
Right before my half marathon I hit a low of 207. That was down from an all-time high of 245. (Yikes.) The last 18 months I’ve slowly let stress take over my eating habits and I’ve bounced back up.
Now the baby is here, holidays are over, the job situation is stabilizing, we’re settled in…now time to get crackin’ on those 30 lbs.
So what’s the plan? Mostly just count calories and get out and exercise. The most difficult part for me will be counting every day. I’m not a big fan, but it’s the only way I’ve been successful in the past. 1600-ish calories a day and working out 3-5x a week should do the job. If I do that, I think I can reasonably be down to my goal weight by May. I’ll be posting my progress here.
No more excuses. Time to get to work.