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The Wayne
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The title says it all. I'm gonna start with a little background about myself and the situation I've gotten myself into before starting the log proper. This might be a bit of a doozy, so reader be warned.
So, I've pretty much been the fat guy since I was 10 or so. I don't really know how it happened for sure, or the precise moment in which I became said fat guy, but I pinpoint that age because I distinctly remember it was 5th grade in which one of my classmates declared, "Your pants are too tight, and your shirts are too small. I don't like looking at you." So at that moment, I realized I was most definitely fat.
Rather than do anything about it, I chose to continue eating horribly. I would like to blame my parents for not controlling my diet better, but c'mon, even at 10 I still had pangs of guilt when I shoveled that second double cheeseburger down my gullet.
I was always heavily involved in sports, which again causes me to look back at my diet and realize had I just cleaned things up a bit, I would not be killing myself now to get down to where I need to be. I remember during football season my mom literally doubled everything she made for dinner, because I would eat the same as the rest of my family combined.
So I stayed involved in sports, but ate like trash, and doubled my food intake during sports. I got involved in traditional martial arts (Kenpo) when I was 8, and it stayed that way until I was 15. Unfortunately, by this time I realized my parents couldn't make me do anything, and I was entirely too interested in video games and junk food to get off the computer chair, go across town for an hour and punch people in the face (at this point I was much more heavily involved in kickboxing than in Kenpo itself). So my parents, happy to save the $60 a month on my classes, let me quit. I ballooned from 5'5", 185 pounds to 5" 6", 210 pounds over the summer. The only good thing that happened when I put on all that weight was my discovery of weightlifting. I actually enjoyed lifting in my spare time, so while I put on another 40 pounds, thankfully it was 30 pounds of muscle. But the fat wasn't going anywhere.
I got involved in wrestling when I was 16, my junior year. For over a year, I had done nothing but lift weights, eat, and play video games. I walked into the practice room halfway into the season weighing 256 pounds. At the end of the season, I walked out weighing 220 and feeling great. My cardio was complete garbage still, but had improved noticeably. Again, I still ate complete trash and still managed to lose almost 40 pounds in a few months. I still kick myself, seeing as this and my senior year were literally my last chances to improve my health and weight issues while I still had the benefits of being a teenager.
Senior year, I started wrestling early. I went to the twice-a-week pre-season practices, but during the offseason I got sloppy, back up to 245. I found myself sitting at about 225 after the first month of practice, and again continued eating garbage. I was a 225 pound heavyweight getting demolished by guys five inches taller and 30 pounds heavier. I still managed to place second in the district, and go on to the state tournament where I went 0-2 and found myself at the end of my high school athletic career. I weighed 212 pounds that morning, meaning had I cleaned things up a bit, I would have been wrestling one weight division down, where I would have been a dominant force rather than an easy win. I finished my senior year with a 7-19 record, and several pats on the back just for finishing the season when nobody thought i would.
From graduation (age 17) up until I was 23, I fell in love with MMA. I kept telling myself and everyone who would listen how I was going to dedicate myself to losing weight, getting in shape, and training. I kept telling them these things while smoking a pack a day, drinking a gallon a week, and my standard meal at a fast food joint costing about $6, meaning I would put down 6 items from a dollar menu. Pretty much 3 times a day 7 days a week.
I bought a scale on a whim one day when I was 24. I brought it home to my fiance, and we put the batteries in and I stepped on. I stared at the result for several moments, even getting back on three times to make sure it wasn't lying to me. It kept saying the same thing: 269.9. I didn't realize I had let myself go that badly.
I spent the next year trying every fad diet that I could afford on my meager $15,000 a year salary. Diet pills, shakes, whatever I could buy that someone would give a good review to, I bought. Over that year, I managed to creep down to 246, but I was stuck there. I got down to 241 for about a day, but never lower.
My fiance got me started on an online food-tracking program (I won't name specifics here because I don't want to seem like I'm making shameless plugs). I was very poo-poo about it at first, telling her if she got results, I'd join afterward. She lost 12 pounds in the first three weeks, and was never hungry. I was sold. I joined up in May of 2011, weighing 244.5 pounds. As of this writing, I am hovering between 215-217 on a daily basis, no longer subscribed to said online resource, and looking for something else to keep tabs on myself. Which brings me here.
I figure if I keep a diet log on a forum used by hundreds (if not thousands) of people on a daily basis, it'll keep me a bit more honest about what I'm putting into my body. I'm 26 now. The clock is against me. I genuinely want to get in good enough shape just to start training for MMA. I know there's a lot more to it than just being in good shape, but that seems like a good place to start. So, without further ado, here's day 1 of my diet log. Feel free to comment as anyone sees fit, but if there are none, no biggie. I'm mainly doing this to keep tabs on myself, but feedback will always be appreciated.
Morning: (9:00 AM to 11:00 AM)
40 oz water
1 serving almonds
1 serving teriyaki jerky
1 apple
1 banana
Afternoon (12:45 PM to 3:00 PM)
40 oz water
1 serving teriyaki jerky
1 can of tuna, with 1 tsp of mayo and pickle juice for flavor
1/2 pickle
1 whole carrot
Evening (5:00 PM to 6:30 PM)
2 skinless chicken breasts
1 yam, baked, without skin
1 oz baby carrots
3 egg (1 whole, 2 whites) scramble with diced ham
Snacks throughout the night
I've got the rest of a bag of jerky, some more baby carrots and some water with my name on it.
So, I've pretty much been the fat guy since I was 10 or so. I don't really know how it happened for sure, or the precise moment in which I became said fat guy, but I pinpoint that age because I distinctly remember it was 5th grade in which one of my classmates declared, "Your pants are too tight, and your shirts are too small. I don't like looking at you." So at that moment, I realized I was most definitely fat.
Rather than do anything about it, I chose to continue eating horribly. I would like to blame my parents for not controlling my diet better, but c'mon, even at 10 I still had pangs of guilt when I shoveled that second double cheeseburger down my gullet.
I was always heavily involved in sports, which again causes me to look back at my diet and realize had I just cleaned things up a bit, I would not be killing myself now to get down to where I need to be. I remember during football season my mom literally doubled everything she made for dinner, because I would eat the same as the rest of my family combined.
So I stayed involved in sports, but ate like trash, and doubled my food intake during sports. I got involved in traditional martial arts (Kenpo) when I was 8, and it stayed that way until I was 15. Unfortunately, by this time I realized my parents couldn't make me do anything, and I was entirely too interested in video games and junk food to get off the computer chair, go across town for an hour and punch people in the face (at this point I was much more heavily involved in kickboxing than in Kenpo itself). So my parents, happy to save the $60 a month on my classes, let me quit. I ballooned from 5'5", 185 pounds to 5" 6", 210 pounds over the summer. The only good thing that happened when I put on all that weight was my discovery of weightlifting. I actually enjoyed lifting in my spare time, so while I put on another 40 pounds, thankfully it was 30 pounds of muscle. But the fat wasn't going anywhere.
I got involved in wrestling when I was 16, my junior year. For over a year, I had done nothing but lift weights, eat, and play video games. I walked into the practice room halfway into the season weighing 256 pounds. At the end of the season, I walked out weighing 220 and feeling great. My cardio was complete garbage still, but had improved noticeably. Again, I still ate complete trash and still managed to lose almost 40 pounds in a few months. I still kick myself, seeing as this and my senior year were literally my last chances to improve my health and weight issues while I still had the benefits of being a teenager.
Senior year, I started wrestling early. I went to the twice-a-week pre-season practices, but during the offseason I got sloppy, back up to 245. I found myself sitting at about 225 after the first month of practice, and again continued eating garbage. I was a 225 pound heavyweight getting demolished by guys five inches taller and 30 pounds heavier. I still managed to place second in the district, and go on to the state tournament where I went 0-2 and found myself at the end of my high school athletic career. I weighed 212 pounds that morning, meaning had I cleaned things up a bit, I would have been wrestling one weight division down, where I would have been a dominant force rather than an easy win. I finished my senior year with a 7-19 record, and several pats on the back just for finishing the season when nobody thought i would.
From graduation (age 17) up until I was 23, I fell in love with MMA. I kept telling myself and everyone who would listen how I was going to dedicate myself to losing weight, getting in shape, and training. I kept telling them these things while smoking a pack a day, drinking a gallon a week, and my standard meal at a fast food joint costing about $6, meaning I would put down 6 items from a dollar menu. Pretty much 3 times a day 7 days a week.
I bought a scale on a whim one day when I was 24. I brought it home to my fiance, and we put the batteries in and I stepped on. I stared at the result for several moments, even getting back on three times to make sure it wasn't lying to me. It kept saying the same thing: 269.9. I didn't realize I had let myself go that badly.
I spent the next year trying every fad diet that I could afford on my meager $15,000 a year salary. Diet pills, shakes, whatever I could buy that someone would give a good review to, I bought. Over that year, I managed to creep down to 246, but I was stuck there. I got down to 241 for about a day, but never lower.
My fiance got me started on an online food-tracking program (I won't name specifics here because I don't want to seem like I'm making shameless plugs). I was very poo-poo about it at first, telling her if she got results, I'd join afterward. She lost 12 pounds in the first three weeks, and was never hungry. I was sold. I joined up in May of 2011, weighing 244.5 pounds. As of this writing, I am hovering between 215-217 on a daily basis, no longer subscribed to said online resource, and looking for something else to keep tabs on myself. Which brings me here.
I figure if I keep a diet log on a forum used by hundreds (if not thousands) of people on a daily basis, it'll keep me a bit more honest about what I'm putting into my body. I'm 26 now. The clock is against me. I genuinely want to get in good enough shape just to start training for MMA. I know there's a lot more to it than just being in good shape, but that seems like a good place to start. So, without further ado, here's day 1 of my diet log. Feel free to comment as anyone sees fit, but if there are none, no biggie. I'm mainly doing this to keep tabs on myself, but feedback will always be appreciated.
Morning: (9:00 AM to 11:00 AM)
40 oz water
1 serving almonds
1 serving teriyaki jerky
1 apple
1 banana
Afternoon (12:45 PM to 3:00 PM)
40 oz water
1 serving teriyaki jerky
1 can of tuna, with 1 tsp of mayo and pickle juice for flavor
1/2 pickle
1 whole carrot
Evening (5:00 PM to 6:30 PM)
2 skinless chicken breasts
1 yam, baked, without skin
1 oz baby carrots
3 egg (1 whole, 2 whites) scramble with diced ham
Snacks throughout the night
I've got the rest of a bag of jerky, some more baby carrots and some water with my name on it.
