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Originally Posted by mbriant
Wmcmanus, we must live in a parallel universe. I hit 292 last February ( I've shaved off a few lbs. since then) and have gained and lost large amounts of weight throughout my life ... the healthy diet/exercise way .... the unhealthy crash diet way .... and even Pinkie's worry/smoking way. My Nordictrak, exercise bike, and rowing machine have been in a storage locker for 10 years, my weight machine is in a buddy's basement, and my treadmill is right behind me ... covered in boxes of stored junk and empty ebay boxes like it's been for the past 5 years.
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I really think we're getting somewhere with this group therapy thing. "Hi, my name is Mike, and I'm a FF too!" (and a fellow moderator who can call himself that)
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Like you, I'm basically lazy and hedonistic. |
Say what? What you jis' call me, son? I'm gonna mess you up, you FF! (Ok, maybe I'm having too much fun tonight. Must be the post workout energy surge.)
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Like you, my motivation comes and goes suddenly and out of nowhere. The only way I've ever enjoyed exercise is through competitive sports where I'm distracted. Unfortunately my battered old joints and bones will no longer allow me to play squash/tennis/hockey and sometimes not even golf. |
I hear you there too. When you're playing competitive sports, it doesn't "seem" like a "workout" but truly is, and it also involves a healthy element of socialization, some strategy, post game analysis, etc. In other words, it's you getting caught in the act of "living"! Wow. Careful there, big boy. You might just be having some fun in this life!
Translate that (now out of your 20's and into your 40's... wife, kids, job, mortgage, and all... not to mention your heavy Head-Fi load, and you really do far more than your share Mike), and where are all of those old softball buddies now?
Ah, but you do have your music! I'm here to tell ya, pal, there ain't nothing like The Doors "Live in Detroit" on my 2 channel system at 1:30am at 95 dB (being single helps sometimes) with the lights off and me in the back of the room groovin' away on the treadmill for an hour. Unreal! I get to listen to fantastic music (not that top 40 junk they play at the gym) and pace my workout however I want to.
As far as bad joints, that's where a good elliptical machine comes in. If I could keep just one pair of headphones it would the HE90's. My elliptical trainer is the functional equivalent in terms of exercise gear. It's like jogging but with no impact, and smooth as can be. It's way cool (and to give yet another shameless headphone analogy), ellipticals are the K1000's of exercise gear: totally different than any other experience you can have.
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I've always found an attractive female to be great motivation...at first...but then once in a comfortable relationship, the pounds start piling back on. A good friend of mine who had never been thin at any point in his entire life and who's fast food/anti-vegetable/pro-twinkie diet pushed him to over 300 lbs a year and half ago, has made the most remarkable lifestyle transformation I've ever witnessed. A year ago, he met an attractive, health nut, personal trainer female who turned him into a different person. He must have lost more than 100 lbs and two chins in the past year. He now lives at the gym and dines only on salads, fruits, chicken, fish, and balsamic vinegar. He hasn't had a single hamburger in a year. About once a week he allows himself to indulge a little, but despite his occasional complaining, so far shows no sign of falling back into a trans fat coma. He and the lady broke up after only a couple of months, but instead of relapsing into a King Size Joe Louis funk, he's stayed strict and is living like Charlie Sheen. It's inspirational. But I can't help but think that if I met a woman who continuously pushed me towards a healthier lifestyle, I'd probably eventually resent her for it. |
Picking up on your last sentence, and only a long-term FF can identify with this, but the last time I lost weight (the 105 pound loss over 2.5 years), I had so much new energy that I almost hated myself at times. There were days when I longed to just lay on the couch and scratch myself, doing nothing all day and being perfectly content with that. I was so energized that I was practically bouncing off of the walls. This was especially true when I'd pop an occasional "Ripped Fuel" (they're over the counter and available at "health" stores, but lookout mama!). But even when I was totally "clean" and "natural" just the fact that my body had changed so much made me kind of uncomfortable at times. I didn't miss the big belly and the bloated feeling I used to get by eating an entire half gallon of ice cream in one setting. But still, the newfound energy was almost too much at times, in an odd sort of way.
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I don't really have any advice, but thanks for letting me tell my story. |
No problem, sir. "Thanks for sharing. Next?"