Thursday, November 29, 2012
After the birth of my second son 3.5 years ago, I was about 242 and knew that I had to lose weight. For some reason it was easy. I counted calories and started walking. The pounds melted off and 10 months later I was nearly 60 pounds down. I felt great and confident that fat Jon was gone forever. Although I take no stock in BMI, I was within a couple of pounds of simply being overweight, and that was a nice feeling.
Then stress hit. As usual, I let it overwhelm me, and the weight has slowly crept back up to 230. Along with it this time, I was just diagnosed with sleep apnea and have a slew of health problems associated with it. This is all despite the fact that I am a relatively fit individual. It is all the fat, and it must go. There is no longer any way that I can keep the way I am going. I have to lose weight. Knowing that kind of makes life easier.
So, the plan is watching what I eat and making sure that I am exercising sufficiently. I started up Kettlebells and man are they the perfect workout. Being short and stocky, the last thing I need is to bulk up and look even more like a fireplug. Kettlebells will tone you and not bulk you up tpp much and offer an aerobic workout at the same time.
In addition, my doctor did give me a prescription of the appetite suppressant phentermine. Normally I would not want to take something like it, but I have had so little motivation of late that a crutch for a little while seemed like a good idea. It does really work, I am not hungry at all, but I have terrible dry mouth with it. I do, however, finally have motivation, and it is good to feel alive again!
I know it is the beginning of another journey through weight loss and I hope it will be my last. I am confident that this time I will have the tools to make a lasting change, and maybe keeping a blog will help to remind me occasionally of why I am doing this.