Wmcmanus
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Long post. Some of you might find it interesting and be able to offer some advise at the end. Others may want to skip it. In a sense, it's rather self indulgent of me. At the same time, I wonder if perhaps other people out there have gone through these mega cycles in their lifetimes, and if so, how they're been able to overcome the "all or nothing" approach and arrive at a peaceful and happy median. If anything, that's the kind of adivce I'm now seeking. I know that I can read books about it, and I have. I just thought that perhaps some of you "older folks" (i.e., mid 30s and above) who have maintained a healthy lifestyle over the years (in terms of diet, and especially exercise) can give me some practical advice.
So here's my story (as I sit back in the shrink's couch and let loose with it):
Lately, I've been doing well, but my weight has yo yo'd big time during the course of my life, which of course has probably had some negative effects on my overall health. Although thankfully, I've never had any serious illnesses or joint problems, etc. Only time will tell if there are lingering effects that haven't yet materialized.
I'm 6'0'' tall with a broad frame so I carry weight relatively well. When I graduated high school, I was about 180 pounds and up until then, I had always been active with sports (football, basketball, baseball). By the time I finished my master's degree, I was 257. I then went on a rather stupid crash diet for a couple of months while working on my Ph.D. (which I never finished) and got down to 208. After going home to mom's cooking at Thanksgiving time and putting 10 pounds back on in 10 days, it was off to the weight gain races again. I was about 25 at the time. As I was about to turn 30, I was up to 288 pounds and hadn't exercised one day in my life since high school.
Thanks to the encouragement of my girlfriend at the time who was able to see through my weight to the real person inside, I dropped 105 pounds over a 2.5 year period of time by applying a consistent diet and exercise program that was well controlled, purposeful, but not in any way an all consuming passion in my life. In other words, I did it the right way, and learned a lot about diet, exercise (both cardio and weight training), and general health related issues along the way.
But over time, my interest in these matters grew to the point that I became almost consumed by it all. When I moved to Cayman, I was 33 years old, 183 pounds (my lowest since high school) and was working out 6 days per week for 3-4 hours per day. I've still got some notes that I kept from my daily workout routines back then and it's just unreal to look at. I'd get up in the morning at 6am, run for a couple of miles on the beach (I lived right there at the time), then jump in the swimming pool for a 20 minutes aggressive swim on my way back, then into my radiant heat sauna for another 20 minutes to get the sweat going again, then about an hour of weight training, then in the shower and off to work.
Because I was a college prof, I'd usually be able to sneak home for another hour of cardio in the afternoon. In my living room was a Nordic Track 3-in-1 machine (treadmill, hydrolic stair stepper, and cross country skiier). I'd set it to a memium resistance level and let 'er fly. I'd switch between the 3 basic exercises every 10 minutes but without a break, and on the second "round" of each as the "pain" was setting in and my sweat began pounding off the walls, I'd kick up the resitance levels to their all out max and push myself as hard as I could. Then I'd wabble as best I could back out to the pool and drop myself in at the swallow end to ensure that I didn't drown. Once I cooled down, I'd grab a bite to eat and prep for my night classes. Then if at all possible, I'd do my "isolation" types of weight training before going to bed at night (i.e., I'd hit the back muscles or legs or chest, or whatever was the flavor of the day just one more time to ensure that they were 100% exhausted). I read somewhere that this was a good way to finish my day... seemed strange, but I was kind of thriving on being strange with it all, if you know what I mean.
Then one day I couldn't take it anymore. Don't know why exactly, but my sweat drenched daily workout notes suddenly ended one day in the middle of February, 1997. I didn't lift another weight, jog another mile, step foot in the sauna or swimming pool, or get on another cardio machine for nearly 9 years.
Of course my "diet" (which at one time was quite strict and "to the book" for someone trying to weight train) went out the window as well. I went from an all out, 100% committed approach to my physical health (to the point that it was affecting my mental health... Ok, just ever so slightly) to nothing. And I do mean nothing. Climbing a set of stairs was to be avoided at all costs. The stairs at work only went down. The elevators went up.
By January of 2005, I hit an all time high of 293 pounds. Not that I'm proud of it, but it's a fact. I'm now 240, so all things considered, I've done well this past year and a half.
The weight loss this time has been mostly attributed to maintaining a proper diet. Knowing my tendency to take an "all or nothing" approach to my health, I've been careful to avoid the "recipie" types of diets (South Beach, Atkins, and the like, although I've read these and several similar types of books). Instead, I've relied on common sense, controlling my portions, avoiding the notoriously "bad" foods like fast foods, pizza, etc., trying not to eat late at night, and drinking plenty of water. Of course I can always improve upon my diet but I feel like I'm "in control" in that regard.
Exercise is another matter altogether. I joined a gym last fall and attended quite regularly. It was a lot of fun because I had time in the afternoon while the rest the world was at work (I now work part time only and at home, so I have extremely flexible hours, lucky me!). I'd shoot hoops for a half hour or so, sometimes longer, then get in 30 minutes each day with various cardio machines. I was going 3-4 days per week, and it was a "light" workout, but definitely worthwhile. I still go from time to time, but prefer to workout at home. No hassle fighting traffic (or other people for that matter).
So I've dusted off and fired up that suana and 3-in-1 Nordic Track again. Plus I've purchased some absolutely brilliantly designed (award winning) pieces of exercise gear (I'm a "gear hound" for sure) from SportsArt.
Eliptical: http://sportsartamerica.com/v2/comme...icals/e820.asp
Treadmill: http://sportsartamerica.com/v2/comme...mills/6300.asp
Recumbant bike: http://sportsartamerica.com/v2/comme...cles/c530r.asp
This stuff is just awesome! The mechanisms are so smooth and the structures are so stable. The recumbant bike is unbelievably comfortable, a total dream to ride.
So I'm back on track and working out 30 to 60 minutes per day, depending on my mood and level of intensity. I've also got "Power Blocks", the "Total Gym", the "Katami bar", Reebok slide aerobics, the "Cardio Glide", a "Soloflex" a jump rope, and of course a regular bike that I can take for a spin any time. There is probably more stuff up in the attick.
My motivation is back, and now that my weight is getting down to a more reasonable level, I'll start to do some light weight training and eventually get back into full swing weight training as I get closer to my target weight. For now, weight loss is a much more important goal. But building back up some muscle along the way will definitely be a plus. I don't intend to ever enter Mr. Olympia, but hey, an old fart has to do what he can do to take care of himself (and the ladies!).
What I can't seem to ever get quite right is achieving the proper "balance" in terms of incorporating exercise into my lifestyle without allowing it to become all consuming passion at some point. It always seems so "purposeful" to me, whereas listening to music (my other main hobby) doesn't. I guess maybe because it requires so little effort to get up off of the couch to change a CD!!!
End of story. Thanks for reading and for offering any advice you may have about how I can stay on target over the long haul. For now, I'm just happy to be back on track and want to keep the momentum going. I'm hoping to be at or near 200 pounds by my birthday at the end of September. Wish me luck!
So here's my story (as I sit back in the shrink's couch and let loose with it):
Lately, I've been doing well, but my weight has yo yo'd big time during the course of my life, which of course has probably had some negative effects on my overall health. Although thankfully, I've never had any serious illnesses or joint problems, etc. Only time will tell if there are lingering effects that haven't yet materialized.
I'm 6'0'' tall with a broad frame so I carry weight relatively well. When I graduated high school, I was about 180 pounds and up until then, I had always been active with sports (football, basketball, baseball). By the time I finished my master's degree, I was 257. I then went on a rather stupid crash diet for a couple of months while working on my Ph.D. (which I never finished) and got down to 208. After going home to mom's cooking at Thanksgiving time and putting 10 pounds back on in 10 days, it was off to the weight gain races again. I was about 25 at the time. As I was about to turn 30, I was up to 288 pounds and hadn't exercised one day in my life since high school.
Thanks to the encouragement of my girlfriend at the time who was able to see through my weight to the real person inside, I dropped 105 pounds over a 2.5 year period of time by applying a consistent diet and exercise program that was well controlled, purposeful, but not in any way an all consuming passion in my life. In other words, I did it the right way, and learned a lot about diet, exercise (both cardio and weight training), and general health related issues along the way.
But over time, my interest in these matters grew to the point that I became almost consumed by it all. When I moved to Cayman, I was 33 years old, 183 pounds (my lowest since high school) and was working out 6 days per week for 3-4 hours per day. I've still got some notes that I kept from my daily workout routines back then and it's just unreal to look at. I'd get up in the morning at 6am, run for a couple of miles on the beach (I lived right there at the time), then jump in the swimming pool for a 20 minutes aggressive swim on my way back, then into my radiant heat sauna for another 20 minutes to get the sweat going again, then about an hour of weight training, then in the shower and off to work.
Because I was a college prof, I'd usually be able to sneak home for another hour of cardio in the afternoon. In my living room was a Nordic Track 3-in-1 machine (treadmill, hydrolic stair stepper, and cross country skiier). I'd set it to a memium resistance level and let 'er fly. I'd switch between the 3 basic exercises every 10 minutes but without a break, and on the second "round" of each as the "pain" was setting in and my sweat began pounding off the walls, I'd kick up the resitance levels to their all out max and push myself as hard as I could. Then I'd wabble as best I could back out to the pool and drop myself in at the swallow end to ensure that I didn't drown. Once I cooled down, I'd grab a bite to eat and prep for my night classes. Then if at all possible, I'd do my "isolation" types of weight training before going to bed at night (i.e., I'd hit the back muscles or legs or chest, or whatever was the flavor of the day just one more time to ensure that they were 100% exhausted). I read somewhere that this was a good way to finish my day... seemed strange, but I was kind of thriving on being strange with it all, if you know what I mean.
Then one day I couldn't take it anymore. Don't know why exactly, but my sweat drenched daily workout notes suddenly ended one day in the middle of February, 1997. I didn't lift another weight, jog another mile, step foot in the sauna or swimming pool, or get on another cardio machine for nearly 9 years.
Of course my "diet" (which at one time was quite strict and "to the book" for someone trying to weight train) went out the window as well. I went from an all out, 100% committed approach to my physical health (to the point that it was affecting my mental health... Ok, just ever so slightly) to nothing. And I do mean nothing. Climbing a set of stairs was to be avoided at all costs. The stairs at work only went down. The elevators went up.
By January of 2005, I hit an all time high of 293 pounds. Not that I'm proud of it, but it's a fact. I'm now 240, so all things considered, I've done well this past year and a half.
The weight loss this time has been mostly attributed to maintaining a proper diet. Knowing my tendency to take an "all or nothing" approach to my health, I've been careful to avoid the "recipie" types of diets (South Beach, Atkins, and the like, although I've read these and several similar types of books). Instead, I've relied on common sense, controlling my portions, avoiding the notoriously "bad" foods like fast foods, pizza, etc., trying not to eat late at night, and drinking plenty of water. Of course I can always improve upon my diet but I feel like I'm "in control" in that regard.
Exercise is another matter altogether. I joined a gym last fall and attended quite regularly. It was a lot of fun because I had time in the afternoon while the rest the world was at work (I now work part time only and at home, so I have extremely flexible hours, lucky me!). I'd shoot hoops for a half hour or so, sometimes longer, then get in 30 minutes each day with various cardio machines. I was going 3-4 days per week, and it was a "light" workout, but definitely worthwhile. I still go from time to time, but prefer to workout at home. No hassle fighting traffic (or other people for that matter).
So I've dusted off and fired up that suana and 3-in-1 Nordic Track again. Plus I've purchased some absolutely brilliantly designed (award winning) pieces of exercise gear (I'm a "gear hound" for sure) from SportsArt.
Eliptical: http://sportsartamerica.com/v2/comme...icals/e820.asp
Treadmill: http://sportsartamerica.com/v2/comme...mills/6300.asp
Recumbant bike: http://sportsartamerica.com/v2/comme...cles/c530r.asp
This stuff is just awesome! The mechanisms are so smooth and the structures are so stable. The recumbant bike is unbelievably comfortable, a total dream to ride.
So I'm back on track and working out 30 to 60 minutes per day, depending on my mood and level of intensity. I've also got "Power Blocks", the "Total Gym", the "Katami bar", Reebok slide aerobics, the "Cardio Glide", a "Soloflex" a jump rope, and of course a regular bike that I can take for a spin any time. There is probably more stuff up in the attick.
My motivation is back, and now that my weight is getting down to a more reasonable level, I'll start to do some light weight training and eventually get back into full swing weight training as I get closer to my target weight. For now, weight loss is a much more important goal. But building back up some muscle along the way will definitely be a plus. I don't intend to ever enter Mr. Olympia, but hey, an old fart has to do what he can do to take care of himself (and the ladies!).
What I can't seem to ever get quite right is achieving the proper "balance" in terms of incorporating exercise into my lifestyle without allowing it to become all consuming passion at some point. It always seems so "purposeful" to me, whereas listening to music (my other main hobby) doesn't. I guess maybe because it requires so little effort to get up off of the couch to change a CD!!!
End of story. Thanks for reading and for offering any advice you may have about how I can stay on target over the long haul. For now, I'm just happy to be back on track and want to keep the momentum going. I'm hoping to be at or near 200 pounds by my birthday at the end of September. Wish me luck!