If you haven’t read it yet, please read my first post, How I became a fat guy.
I’ve tried several fad type diets, and I had attempted weight loss before this point, but the tale below is about the first time I thought that I was committed to losing weight and thought that I would succeed.
It was sometime in 2008. I don’t think it was any one particular issue that spurred me in the correct direction, but one day I decided to start losing weight.
I started at 257 pounds.
I joined a Lifetime Fitness center and I started eating better. When you join a gym, one of the many things that you get, (besides screwed) , with your monthly membership is a few sessions with a personal trainer. The idea is that you will sign up for years and years of personal training classes. I suppose that works for some people, but I couldn’t afford to continue on with the sessions anyway.
I met with my trainer 3 times. The first time, we went over my current status. If it was graded like school, I would have gotten an F-. He told me I needed to eat better. He told me I needed to exercise more. He told me I needed to do the things I already knew I needed to do.
I had two more sessions with him, mostly they were just showing me how to use the gym equipment and some of the newer things like those giant exercise balls.
I thought at the time that I was committed. My plan was to get up in the morning very early and go to the gym. I was going to use the eliptical machines three days per week and use the weight machines the other two weekdays and take the weekends off.
I did use the machines on the days I said I would use them, for a few weeks anyways.
In retrospect, there were several things wrong with my plan from a personal perspective. As I got fatter, I started getting lazier. I was tired all of the time, and the more tired I would get, the less I would do. By giving myself an inconsistent schedule, I was setting myself up for failure. It was not long before I would start counting the weekend days as ‘cheat days’. Cheating. This is a dangerous word I began to use with more frequency during my failures. The word itself made me think it’s okay to not do anything that day. I was not going to the gym, so why did I have to eat healthy?
It wasn’t long before the cheating weekend days turned into cheating regular weekdays. The laziness would creep in while I was laying comfortably in my bed at five in the morning. I would delude myself into thinking I’d get up the next day and work extra hard.
Another contributing factor here was that my gym was about fifteen minutes away. On the days that I managed to go, I’d get up early, go to the gym, work out, and then come home, shower and go to work. I’ve never been a great morning person, but looking back on this, I realize just how much time I was wasting with the thirty minute trip in the car every day. I was wasting gas money as well.
The end result of this endeavor was that I failed. I had lost about 17 pounds after everything was said and done. Of course I gained that all back over the years.
I let my gym membership expire, and I went on living my life as a lazy fat guy.
To read about my next failure, click here.