Wow…you guys are like my brothers from other mothers!!
I’ve recently been on a program to get myself back into good shape, and it’s finally coming around to a routine. I think that’s the key, as one gets into an opposite sort of routine on the way to becoming a FF in the first place.
My story is a lot like many I’ve already heard here: I was super active as a younger man, training constantly as a competitive ski racer. In the winter, I skied 5-6 hours every day, and in the summer, I worked out pretty much non-stop with my buddies. It’s easy to develop some very bad eating habits when you’re that active…in some respects, it comes out of necessity.
In college, I put on a few pounds, but was still very active. After graduating, I took a sales job that landed me behind a wheel or desk pretty much all day long…oh, and eating out a lot too. As one might expect, the pounds started to pile on. I went from 165 lbs on a 6’ medium to large frame to 220 lbs in just under 3 years, even though I was still running 25-30 miles a week at 7-8 minutes per mile. Some of that I’m sure was muscle, but who’s kidding who here.
Then, one night, I was running down stairs to grab the phone (my wife was asleep) in my dress socks, and it happened: a serious injury!! I rolled over and across my right ankle, and it made a sound like a stick breaking. My ankle swelled up to softball size within 2-3 minutes, and only got worse from there. The diagnosis: torn syndesmotic ligament…or what’s also known more commonly as a severe high ankle sprain. Well, that’s what it appeared to be in the X-Ray. The only way to really know is to either open you up or do an MRI (and back then, they didn’t do MRI’s on pretty much anyone except pro athletes). So they put me into a leg cast for 12 weeks, a short cast for 6 more, and when that didn’t work, they decided to put me under the knife and reconstruct the ankle. Three weeks later, they changed their mind about that, and sent me to PT for 9 weeks.
Adding insult to injury, about a month after getting out of PT, I slipped on the stairs again. This time I figured I’d catch myself on the steps and not dig in with my still very tender ankle…and broke my tail bone!!
The end result of this prolonged period of inactivity and grumpiness was that my weight shot up to 285 lbs…and as we all know, it goes on much easier than it comes off.
I tried to work my way back into shape, but the ankle would only permit so much in the way of vigorous activity. I was also in grad school, and would soon go back to the work force and another desk job with long hours. I decided that I also needed to get some help from a physician, and find a way to make exercising easier. I bought a treadmill, enrolled in one of these physician supervised weight loss plans where you eat only limited quantities of real food, and found my way down to 215 lbs again.
I managed to keep the weight off for about 3 years through sensible eating and regular exercise. Then I got a job that keeps me commuting for 2-3 hours every day…which pretty much nuked my exercise time. At that point, it was either spend my precious off-time exercising or with my kids…and I wasn’t going to give that up.
It took about 2 ½ years for me to get back to 285 lbs. Even at that weight, however, I was still able to do a lot of stuff that more slender folks couldn’t do. I’ve often made the joke that I’m in pretty good shape for a fat guy. However, the ankle was not really up to a lot of stuff that I wanted to do…I couldn’t run on it for more than about 5 minutes without it starting to bark at me. Then the kids started getting more active…my 4 year old wants me to play soccer with him!! Well, you can imagine THAT will take the wind out of someone with 100 lbs of excess weight and a bum ankle. I also hurt my knee after taking an awkward fall, which made climbing the stairs painful. So I recently decided that I needed to change my routine.
For me, the key is time management and meal management.
When I’m busy, I don’t find time to exercise, and it’s too damn easy to eat out. I made up my mind that I wasn’t going to eat out daily (as had become my habit), and started packing a lunch every day. Besides limiting my lunches to lower calorie stuff, it’s also saving me a ton of money!! I decided that I also needed to be more careful about how long I go between meals. I found that by the time I got home in the evening, I would pretty much eat the entire contents of the refrigerator. By taking smaller portions over the course of the day, I find that I don’t do that nearly so much any more.
I’m also forcing myself to get out of the house early enough in the AM to exercise at work (we have a nice gym with elliptical machines, treadmills, stair-masters, roughly 1,000 lbs of Olympic free weights, and a rack of dumbbells up to 100 lbs). I’m doing mostly cardio in the AM, and hitting it over lunch for weight-lifting. I also bought a Total Gym (don’t laugh…this thing is great for doing exercises that strengthen load-bearing joints like knees and ankles) to use at home in the evening and on weekends. My daughter is helping me out by having me join her in exercises that she does for gymnastics to strengthen her ankles and knees. Oh…and I rigged up my treadmill so that I could surf the net while I was exercising.
The net result after 45 days: so far I’ve not dropped much weight…but my clothes are fitting better than they were. My overall fitness level has improved a great deal. I can lift fairly heavy weight and not feel like I don’t want to get out of bed the next day. I can do 60+ minutes on the treadmill at 3.2 mph…at a 15 degree incline. I even ran (well, jogged) on the treadmill for 2 ½ miles the other day. I’m doing between 3 ½ and 4 ½ miles of cardio a day, along with short bursts of weightlifting throughout the day, and working with my daughter on my bad ankle. My knee is less painful, my ankle appears to be getting more stable, and I feel so much better…and it’s taking precious little time away from my kids. My wife has been a great help with this, BTW…for the first time I feel like she’s on board with this effort. It puts more demands on her time, but the trade-off is that I’m around to kill spiders and open jars for that much longer.
I’m hopeful that I’ve finally stumbled onto a routine that will work for me…I’ll let y’all know.