When I was in my best shape, I still ate anything I wanted in any quantity. I was never concerned with my weight, I was always 300ish since I was 19 years old.
I’d always eat like a horse, and I’d train like one too. Now maybe 300lbs bench isn’t much here, but to me it was.
I started yesterday. I put one 25 pound plate on each end and I barly did 12 reps. Cardio? Heh, bike for 10 minutes had my lungs burning like napalm.
BUT! I started. The speed (phentermine) helps, but… fuck it. I started.
Also, it seems impossible to get up in the morning. I used to be a 5 or 6 AM gymrat. Now? 8AM is a major accomplishment. This sucks. It’s not going to be easy, but at least I started.
And honestly, I could give a shit less what anyone thinks.
I drink GALLONS of water a day. I never use a glass, I open up a gallon in the morning and by 3PM I open another one and kill it before I go to bed.
And I was going for gastric bypass! My insurance accepted it, then two days before the surgery, two fucking days, they sent a letter to the hospital saying that the letter is no longer valid. My doctor was going to perform the surgery for free, but the hospital wanted 20K in cash before they’d let me in.
I know House Arrest was not a good excuse, push ups, jumprope, etc. But depression played a major part. I pushed to go to Fire Camp (where the white collar criminals go) for a year, that way I’d get in monster shape. But the judge had pity and gave me house arrest. I actually told the judge that I wanted boot/fire camp. He declined, and so did the AUSA. So, I got house arrest and then a month later depression sat in.
As for consulting a doctor? FUCK THAT! Does it say to consult a doctor on a box of Little Debbies? Does it say to consult a doctor on a Pizza Hut box? Does it say to consult a doctor on the Super Size/King Size fries? No, so, if the bad things don’t say consult a doctor, then I doubt that cardio/weights will require me to call a doctor.
I always fluxuated from a 42 to 46 waist. It was normal for one month to go to the back and get bigger or smaller pants. Now? I’m pushing 60 (size 56 and 58). At slightly over 6’ tall, it sucks.
It’s ironic that I have to pass a Krispy Kremes drive thru on the way to the gym. 