I'm now three months into my weight loss program. Some days I still feel fat; other days I feel skinny. Today I feel skinny.
Like many dieters, I experienced rapid weight-loss at first. I dropped from 200 pounds to 189 pounds during the first month. I dropped six more pounds in the second month. Between March 15th and April 15th, I only dropped four pounds.
Still, that's a pound per week over the last month, and I'm doing it now without my fitness journal. The fitness journal was a valuable tool at the start of this regimen; it forced me to pay attention to my calorie intake, and to be aware of my portion sizes.
Now, though, I'm able to do this in my head. For example, I just ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I know, based on experience, that this bowl contained around 210 calories. I'll monitor my food intake on a semi-aware level for the rest of the day, trying to keep it below 1500 calories.
By not being anal-retentive about my stats — and it's hard for me to break the stat-keeping habit — I hope to make this fitness regimen more about lifestyle change than about dieting. I even allow myself days during which I don't think about my calorie intake at all; I eat whatever I want, but maintain sensible portion sizes and, most importantly, I stop eating when full. (This last factor is new to me, and a key reason I've been able to lose weight.)
I've been snapping photos of myself every month to track my progress.
| Jan. 15th 200 pounds |  |  |
| Feb. 15th 189 pounds |  |  |
| Mar. 15th 183 pounds |  |  |
| Apr. 15th 179 pounds |  |  |
While I've not experienced the likes of John Stone's transformation, I never intended to do so. I don't want to be a burly muscle man. I simply want to be healthy and fit. Today I'm walking around in size 33 pants that fit (I started in size 36 pants that were tight). I feel good. I'm well on my way to my goal.
On this day at foldedspace.org
2005 — In the Year 2025 In which I predict how the world will change in the next twenty years. Notably, I think human implants will become widespread.
2003 — Skin Here's something new I haven't tried since moving to the one-long-entry-each-day format: a second entry for today!
— P.J. Peed Sometime later, as Tony bathed Alex, Michael appeared. "P.J. peed," he announced.
2001 — Neurotic Sometimes I think I'm a genius. Sometimes I think I'm a moron. What would truly make me happy?
congrats mate. looking good...