Jericho: Four Five Six
About fourteen months ago, I started a diet. I went on Adkins to counteract the effects of Insulin Intolerance and I started on hormone therapy because I have low testosterone levels.
About a year ago, I was at 446. I had lost nearly thirty pounds and I was pretty excited about the results.
Toward the end of October of last year, I was down about fifty pounds. I was pretty excited about this. It was the most weight I had ever lost and the longest I had ever stayed on a diet.
The problem was that I still had so far to go. At 425, I wanted to get to 200. The task seemed beyond possible. Sometime in November, I hit my wall. I took a business trip to Phoenix that was the beginning of the end of my diet. Between the huge amount of weight I had to lose and the stress of my job in the last year, I gave up and began self medicating with whatever food was at hand. I tried again and again to get serious about the diet, but I kept falling off the wagon.
As of last week, Steph and I got serious again. We're back on Adkins, back to Induction. I went back to the doctor on Thursday and got examined. All my numbers look fine. Other than my weight and my low hormone levels, I'm a healthy guy. My friend Angi and I went and weighed in, I came up at 456. So, it's not the 425 I was down to, nor is it the 475 of when I started. I've lost thirty pounds of ground. That's almost a pound a week.
Anyway, I'm back in the saddle. It's week two. I'm not as excited as I was last time. Last time I had answers to long nagging questions. This time, I have a long road of self denial ahead of me, I've fallen off the wagon in a big way and I still have a load of stress at work. I'm not looking forward to the journey.
Food is my only vice. I have joked with Steph that I should stop eating and start smoking, then break that addiction by switching to drinking, then move to pot. Addiction sucks, no matter what the addiction is.
My name is Jericho and I'm a food addict. I have been on my diet for seven days.
About a year ago, I was at 446. I had lost nearly thirty pounds and I was pretty excited about the results.
Toward the end of October of last year, I was down about fifty pounds. I was pretty excited about this. It was the most weight I had ever lost and the longest I had ever stayed on a diet.
The problem was that I still had so far to go. At 425, I wanted to get to 200. The task seemed beyond possible. Sometime in November, I hit my wall. I took a business trip to Phoenix that was the beginning of the end of my diet. Between the huge amount of weight I had to lose and the stress of my job in the last year, I gave up and began self medicating with whatever food was at hand. I tried again and again to get serious about the diet, but I kept falling off the wagon.
As of last week, Steph and I got serious again. We're back on Adkins, back to Induction. I went back to the doctor on Thursday and got examined. All my numbers look fine. Other than my weight and my low hormone levels, I'm a healthy guy. My friend Angi and I went and weighed in, I came up at 456. So, it's not the 425 I was down to, nor is it the 475 of when I started. I've lost thirty pounds of ground. That's almost a pound a week.
Anyway, I'm back in the saddle. It's week two. I'm not as excited as I was last time. Last time I had answers to long nagging questions. This time, I have a long road of self denial ahead of me, I've fallen off the wagon in a big way and I still have a load of stress at work. I'm not looking forward to the journey.
Food is my only vice. I have joked with Steph that I should stop eating and start smoking, then break that addiction by switching to drinking, then move to pot. Addiction sucks, no matter what the addiction is.
My name is Jericho and I'm a food addict. I have been on my diet for seven days.
posted by Jericho Brown at 9/19/2005 12:38:00 PM
14 Comments:
I know how you feel man.
Sometime I almost think that if I couldn't get food I'd die.
Dude.... pot is not physically addictive.
But good luck with your diet, Jer. I hope you stick to it this time. No cheating! Even if you go out of town and don't have Steph to keep you on track.
BTW- 200lbs is WAY too skinny. For a guy that's what? 6' tall?? I mean, geez. *I* weigh 200lbs and I'm 5'3". If I was 6', I'd be SKINNY! I mean REALLY skinny!
Good luck Jerico...Don't look at the long road, celebrate the small victories. 5 pounds lost X 20 has the same bottom line as 100 lost.
The ideal weight range for someone 6'4'' (and Jer is maybe an inch or two shorter) is 164 to 204. I have heard that from every doctor I have asked.
Thanks, Judi. That's the exact attitude I have to try to keep. We'll get there.
On the BMI chart, 19 to 25 is considered normal. At 74 inches (I'm 6'2") a BMI 25 is 194 pounds. 202 pounds is a BMI 26; overweight. For my height, 148 pounds is considered a 19. Most doctors have told me to aim at 175, BMI 22.5.
BMI isn't perfect, but it's a tool to start with. Have a look at these tools here and here.
I really don't care about BMI. First, I really just want to see the other side of 400. That will be a good day! Hitting 349 means I can weigh myself on a normal scale and not have to sneak into Virgina Mason Hospital to jump on the cargo scale. At 200, I could buy clothes in a normal size. I might even be able to tuck in my shirt without looking like a sausage and wear a belt comfortably.
And, ya know what? If the worst problem I had with my body was that I was feeling a little skinny? Well, that would be a welcome change! I'm not aiming for 148 or anything, it would just be very different from the rest of my life so far!
Skinny guys creep me out. :P
But I hope you get as skinny as you want to, Jer. I'm still convinced I'll never loose a single pound my entire life. I'll just slowly gain weight until I am that human glob sitting next to Richard Simmons.
According to that chart, I have a BMI of 35 or 36. To be at a "normal" BMI, I'd have to loose roughly 60lbs. I seriously have never even lost one pound.
I could just stop cooking.
One of the most dissappointing things about my weight loss last year was that it barely showed. The scale told me I lost 50 pounds. That sounds like a lot. But, because it's 50 pounds across the whole body, the seat belt fit a little better, my shirts were slightly looser. I couldn't see it in the mirror. I had expected to feel like a new man at 50 pounds less and all I felt like was a slightly-less-fat-guy.
It can be hard to notice it yourself. I once lost 60 pounds and would have sworn it didn't show, but everybody kept commenting how much thinner (or more accurately, less fat) I looked.
Dear, if you stopped cooking, I'd just end up eating more fast food and burnt ramen. I'd probably get fatter!
Exercise?
That was a total mistake, Max. Hasn't six years of marriage taught you anything yet?
Jericho, my dear. I haven't learned a thing.
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