I wouldn't go judging what others are eating just yet especially when you just slipped up yourself. Check back in 6-12 months from now and see how strong you are holding to these new eating habits. I speak from experience on that one. You ain't out of the woods yet. The first couple of months are easy because you see quicker results and changes. It's after that is when it gets harder.
I'm still learning that it's a lifestyle change and has to become habit instead of just going to a phase. There is no real destination. It doesn't just stop when you hit a goal weight and you have miraculously conquered the mountain. Again I say that from experience. For that hard work to stick around and those changes to stay permanent all of this has to become your new normal.


I've learned that the advice I can give on my failures is way more valuable than any advice I could give on success. I have to fail my way to success. It takes me a couple of tries and some hard lessons along the way sometimed.

Don't start that judgement circle'. I'm concerned for my friends health. He whizzes as he breathes. He doesn't notice but I do. I'm gonna judge it. And the life style change isn't all his fault. Not when the stuff he eats is intentional fat American food. 'Convenient'. I personally don't consider McDonald's as real food. But he does.


As for myself, the lifestyle change is back to the original. I've only been fat for 6 years. I've never weighed this much. When you sit there and drink a 6 pack of 16oz cans of full strength beer, to include a 24oz to finish me off. Every day, every month. My core diet of eating has never changed. I have always eaten the same portion size. It was the extra 1100 calories a day in beer that got me. I can't do 3100 calories a day.


I really enjoy a menu. I don't mind eating the same stuff on a particular day. Routine is key.

By all means you do you. I do my best to stay in my own lane. One thing I have learned is that everyone's battle with weight is different so I don't judge at all. I've failed too much myself to have that luxury as well. My advice is worth what you paid for it.

Mr Perry, I appreciate everything you say. I know it sucks.


What's helped me was weight lifting. Absolute self discipline. And it was living through pain everyday. Forcing yourself to eat.


This isn't me, this isn't who I am. This weight is going away. I don't believe I experience less hunger then others.

Tuning my diet.


Bought some restaurant type, 8oz drinking glasses. They were out of pizza hut red so I went with clear.

I have to measure out milk. 8oz is 150 calories with 12oz being 220. 128 ounces in a gallon. One glass a day limit. With a gallon lasting me 16 days. So two gallons a month.

Breakfast menu. Two slices of sausage (4oz of a 16oz chub, 8 chubs per month, 30 days worth) and two large eggs at 70 calories each, (three 18 count cartons for the month, 27 days worth) Breakfast is a total of 678calories.


Dinner choices with the monthly requirements,


Pork chop, thin sliced, ~211 calories. ( for a month I need a ten count)

Chicken thigh, bone in, 8.5 ounces, ~432 calories (10 count)

Ground beef or steak, 4oz. ~340 calories. (Three chubs, 4 servings each. 12 servings total)

Side dish of vegetables, ~115 calories. 15 cans. Fresh will go by weight.

An apple, ~72 calories. 15 count for the month.



For this to be healthy, I need 1368 calories a day. When I reach my goal, it's dead on 2000 calories a day to maintain it.

Another place marker.


What a month. From people trying to set you up for failure. To people noticing the weight loss. I haven't weighed my self as of late and I don't want to. When I step on the scale again, I wanna see at least another 10 pounds gone.


Friends noticing my clothes don't fit. My old t-shirts now makes me look like I'm wearing a tent. Cargo shorts are a constant fight to keep on. Coming close to falling down to my knees as I walk. I need two more holes in my belt. I'm going to need new clothes. Everything I have.

And that one friend that refuses to make the hard choices to loss weight. Trying their best to slow you down. Looking at you like they're hungry.

This is also when you start to notice things have a weight limit. Like that fancy bed frame that does away with the box spring. A box spring you've crushed from being fat. 250 pounds? But the advertisement says the frame will hold 3000 pounds! Yeah, They lie. 250 pounds max.

With another benefit, you don't crush your shoes. You can enjoy the thicker, cushion soles without them going flat in two-three weeks.


I'm done with being a fat American cartoon..

Ahhh....


Military nylon belt to the rescue. I can cinch it up where I want. Keeping my shorts from falling. But I can't wear it for long because they start stinking from sweat. It's the type of thing you have to soak in some hydrogen peroxide. Watching it fizz. Nylon will stink so bad. People next to you can smell it. Leather doesn't do that and if I'm to keep my leather belt it's going to need some work. Maybe changing it to a Ranger style. I have buckles.

I can't buy clothes just yet. I need to wait till late December or January. So I get to look like a starving hobo. Heartbreak in my pearl snap shirts that no longer fit. Talk about wearing huge. They really bring the tent look out.


Nobody can say losing fat isn't hard. You have good days and bad. Sometimes a ferocious hunger will come over you. You body starts to fight you back. But the decision has been made and there's no going back.


After an estimated 30 pounds lost. It might be me. But my inner pride and confidence showing through sure does get me more smiles from the ladies. Particularly fat black ladies. But I'm not going there. Oh No...hotdog down a hallway situation.

We've entered the normal stage. The amount of food, normal. The times I eat, normal. Things they don't tell you, unless you dig them up after experiencing them.

My sleep has improved. I sleep more soundly. Dreams are more vivid. Taste, this is a weird one. Where before it was chewing texture, yum, yum. Now flavors are more intense. Steam fish is a bouquet of flavors. Nuances in the flavor of coffee. Deeper flavors in meat. Plus, I can smell more smells. Crazy weird how losing weight ups the senses.

And a better tolerance to heat. I sweat way less then I did. I'm at the point that overeating makes me sick.


But the biggest thing. I don't feel like I'm on a diet. I just feel normal. Normal amount of food. Normal amount of eating. Normal feeling all around.


My goal is still 180#. Since my last step on the scale, it was 236. I bet I'm in the 225 range. Which will be 8 pounds lighter by the end of September. Another 8 pound after October. Another 8, December. Steady and slow as she goes.

Finally got on a scale. Remember my starting weight was 256. My weight today is 217. The goal is still 180. And No wonder my clothes are falling off me.

Same diet. 1300 max calories a day. Beer once or twice a month. Chicken, fish, beef, and pork. All the vegetables. No sugar unless I treat myself to a tiny 12oz soda water...that's $3 freaking dollars.

Same eat breakfast between 11am and noon. Dinner between 6:30 to 7:30. Breakfast is still two eggs and two slices of ground sausage. 8oz milk. Dinner is either 4oz beef, 8.5 ounces chicken, one thin pork chop, or two ~120 grams each of fish fillets. Drinking water and more water.


Wholly $hit, Gentlemen. 39 pounds of fat...gone.

Congratulations... that should be very motivating to press on ..good job

There's no slowing down. My diet is now routine. After you get use to it. Every meal is a feast. The same breakfast, the same dinner. 1363 is the max calories. Appreciation for what you have. No gluttony.

Once I reach my weight goal. I'll add a third serving to my plate. So instead of say...one chicken thigh, two small potatoes. I can go two pieces of chicken. Two pork chops or 8oz of beef. Milk twice a day. What I'm not looking forward to is making a new routine to maintain 2000 calories. I'll have to force myself to change again.

And it sucks that most of my clothing doesn't fit and I can't buy more until I reach my goal. It sucks having to constantly pull my cargo shorts up. Walking Lowe's. We're in embarrassment territory because if I don't cinch up my belt. My shorts will fall to my feet. And the fabric bunching up really tears into your waist.

But like I've expressed. The decision has been made. I'm not being fat anymore.

The fix for your shorts falling down is an elastic tactical belt. The elastic holds your pants where they need to be without making it uncomfortable. These are even heavy duty enough for a concealed carry holster. Get a bigger size than you think you need; they can easily be cut shorter.

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Thanks COFF

Progress Report

As per Mark's advice, yesterday I began the IF at 2 p.m.
18.5 hours later I had breakfast this morning.


No sweat.
It makes sense - you can't lose weight unless you're hungry part of the time.

My wife has been doing this for three years with great results and I needed something to bump me off of the wall I had hit.
Hope it works.

I also weighed this morning, first time in probably six weeks.
I've lost four pounds.

Thanks, Mark.
Onward.

Congrats on the progress!