Only a single pound lost this week. I have reached something of a plateau, averaging a pound loss per week over the last few weeks.
This is not totally unexpected as when I started I set myself a target of getting under the 30 stone target by Christmas Day. Having smashed this target I need to set myself another target to chase down.
My target will be to go from my current weight of 29 stone 8 pounds (414 lb) down to 28 stone (392 lb) by Christmas Eve.
If successful, this will see me having lost over six stones in under 20 weeks. Not a bad way to start the new year.
Wish me luck as I wave the weight goodbye!
Legs and back so achy this morning it’s all I can do to get myself out of bed. Bending down to get the weighing scales from under my bedroom chest of drawers is agony.
At least the bathroom is free! I can feel my heart racing as I step onto the scales, which annoyingly take an age to stop flickering through various weights until finally, they settle on 31 stone 4 pounds.
Is that it? After all the exercising, hard graft in the garden and the number of times I’ve gone up and down those stairs. 4 miserable pounds off?
Trying not to get dejected but I am a bit confused because I have been virtually perfect this past week with my eating totally under control and having nearly crippled myself through exercise.
My wife Jennie is a bit taken aback with my attitude and when she explains that 4 pounds are a very healthy weight loss in a week it makes me feel a bit better.
You cannot expect to lose overnight what it took you a lifetime to gain explains Jennie and rather annoyingly she is right again.
Thinking positively after my wife’s pep talk that’s three stone or 42 pounds dropped in five weeks. More importantly, legs that were unable to support my vast bulk only 35 days ago are growing stronger by the day. I am now able to walk short distances without always relying on my two crutches.
Also, I am so pleased that food has lost its power over me. I am for the first time in my life able to resist temptation. I no longer feel food has any hold over me. I am totally in control of my eating. You cannot imagine how exhilarating that feels.
I have learned by eating slowly that I can recognise the signs telling me I am full. I am leaving food uneaten on my plate for the first time in my life. I no longer live to eat. Food is merely a fuel to run my body. I do not use it to self-medicate any uncomfortable feelings that pop up from time to time.
Now I have totally eliminated all processed foods and even diet fizzy drinks from my diet I feel amazing. I feel the harmful additives in these products had me in a brain fug. I can now think much more clearly and the bottom line is I am on the way to improved physical and mental well being.
And it was all going so well.
I have not been able to take a bath for years. I have had to content myself with a quick shower but even that is difficult as it hurts to stand for more than a few minutes.
So I thought today I would literally take the plunge. Having filled the bathtub up to about a quarter full and added the most luxurious bubbles to hand, I carefully climbed into the bath and gingerly lowered myself down.
It felt so good to actually be sitting in a bathtub as opposed to having a quick shower. It was all I could do to sit up straight as my huge belly prevented me from turning onto my side. But still, I was able to wash comfortably sitting down for the first time in I do not know how many years.
My mistake was trying to lay on my front as I had to grip the disabled bar on the tiled wall to lift myself onto my knees. As I lowered my knees back down I was unable to support my weight and I fell face first bashing my face on the taps and heavily bruising my thigh.
Even worse than the pain was the embarrassment of now being wedged in the bath, with water lapping over the side of the bath onto the floor.
It was only by pulling the plug from the bath to drain the water and somehow hoisting myself back onto my knees that I could carefully begin the process of getting myself upright and stepping out of the bath itself.
A painful lesson learned.
Not a pleasant subject but I want to truthfully record what I am going through on this weight transformation. I am having to wear an incontinence pad due to all the chemicals coming out of my body. I had to change the pad and three pairs of underpants during the night due to the amount of water I am drinking.
It’s a strange feeling but I can feel the harmful chemicals that my body has been struggling to process leaving me throughout the evening. The water I am drinking is making me pass the chemicals in my urine and through the pores of my body. I can also feel the water running down my face from my eyes. I am having to wash and dry myself several times throughout the night because I am sweating like I am in a sauna.
When I awake in the morning I feel so dehydrated and I can down a two-litre bottle of water in next to no time. It’s as if my system is now finally able to burn all the fat cells it has laid down and cannot expel these harmful chemicals fast enough.
It’s an uncomfortable but necessary process to go through to get rid of all those harmful additives like Aspartame from my system. These toxins have been laid up in fat storage cells for years but finally, my system is getting to grips with passing them through me.
Better out than in!
I had a small glimpse of what life will be in the future today. I sat out in the back garden without my top on. Fortunately, the neighbours on either side were away so I was not as self-conscious as I would normally be revealing my mounds of flesh. I found it very liberating soaking up the sun without worrying about what other people might think of my appearance. I cannot wait until I am able to soak up the vibes on a regular basis without feeling an oddity.
This morning my wife and I exercised our cocker spaniel, Beau with our two youngest children at Thorpe Bay in Essex. Our youngest child Tony junior is known to one and all as Toggy and he was making the most of the last week of his long summer holiday from school.
Our youngest daughter Grace is home from university in Ipswich too and it was lovely spending time sitting on the sea watching them exercise Beau.
This time next year I am hoping to be in condition to go swimming in the sea once again. I spent my childhood years growing up living by the coast and I really miss not being able to swim in the sea.
Yes, it’s only my vanity stopping me taking the plunge but I really do not feel brave enough exposing myself to a gawping public just yet.
Being able to swim in the sea is one of the goals that is spurring me on to shape up. I used to swim all year round in the sea come rain or shine. I am determined to do so once again but I need to shed a good 15-20 stone before I would be comfortable to do so again.
Having trouble getting a good night’s sleep. It’s not that I cannot get off to sleep reasonably easily the problem is I keep waking up with so many plans running through my mind. I tend to sleep for a cou[ple of hours and then I am awake for another hour or so before drifting off back to sleep again.
This morning I gave up trying to get back to sleep and was up to face my weigh in at 4 am.
Another TEN pounds dropped this week. That makes a total of TWENTY THREE pounds gone in the first two weeks of my healthy eating regime. Regime sounds too harsh but I do not like using the word diet as this implies what I am doing is temporary rather than a whole lifestyle change which is permanent.
I know I cannot expect the weight to drop off of me at this rate every week but I am going to enjoy while it is disappearing so rapidly.
Moving about is becoming more bearable after just a fortnight. I cannot wait to see what week 3 brings?
WOW!! JUST WOW!!! I am absolutely beaming as I write. Standing on my new scales this morning reveals I am 33 st. 5lb. An incredible THIRTEEN pound loss since my last recorded weigh-in at the hospital 16 days ago.
Although I know I have worked hard this first week I was not expecting a drop like this. My hope was for between 3-5 pounds as I thought my body would go into a panic mode at having started yet another ‘diet’.
After the first hour of quietly congratulating myself on this fantastic start to my transformation, I started to try to make sense of this spectacular loss. I was, of course, fully clothed and wearing shoes when I was weighed in the hospital. This morning I was just wearing my boxer shorts. So that accounts for possibly 5 pounds difference.
I have worked hard this opening week and have not eaten between meals. I cannot say this has left me feeling hungry but the temptation to overeat is still there and I certainly cannot become complacent.
Losing almost a stone has given me a great boost. I am already looking forward to seeing what next week will bring.
Theshrinkingman.com has been created as a means of transforming my life through major weight loss. It will hold me accountable. I will be able to share insights and experiences gained during my journey towards improved physical and mental health.
Who is the man behind Theshrinkman.com?
My name is Tony Smith. I am 56 years of age and my last recorded weight in a hospital is 481 pounds.
Standing at 5 feet 8 inches, 34 stone 4 pounds (218.4 kilograms) has placed enormous strain on my body, resulting in a multitude of health problems.
Any walking is extremely difficult. Even standing is agony.
This is going to change, believe me.
Theshrinkingman.com will not recommend any particular diet program. These diets often require you to eat in ways that are difficult to sustain for life. You may stick to these diets long enough to achieve significant weight loss but without an educated change to your eating and lifestyle, it will not last. It is likely you will slip back into your old habits and then become even heavier.
My intention is to transform my life through sensible and sustainable portion control and exercise addressing the psychological issues that have left me 22 stones overweight and feeling deeply unhappy with my how this has impacted on my life.
You are invited to share this journey with me.