Today at lunch, at the Mexican restaurant that's very close to where I work, and which offers very
good and very reasonablyk priced food,    I decided that I would do what I should have done all along:  Eat a little less.

Even their smaller lunch platters contain enough food that I can't eat the free chips and salsa
appetizer AND eat the whole meal.

I ordered  a la carte today, instead of the platter.    Just two enchiladas,  a coke, and no chips.

That was the right amount of food for me.   I didn't feel bloated.

I have been losing weight lately, by a deliberate and focused effort of restraint.

I'm six feet tall,  I work out,  I'm decently muscled,  and I maxed out recently at 210 pounds,
with perhaps 30 pounds of that in excess fat,  distributed here and there but mostly around the middle.

In about a month now,  I've dumped my weight to 192 pounds of this morning,   and I no longer
drink significant quantities of any sodas and I don't get much caffeine now, either.     I have
cut out a lot of the salt and most of the fats in my diet, too.

I'm seeing myself starting to really lean out, and I'm starting to look like I have wanted to for
some years but was always a few pounds over that optimal weight range.


OK, enough about me.   I'm on a diet because I thing that a 34 inch waist is too freaking big!


So I'm at the restaurant today, and sitting at the next table is a MORBIDLY obese woman,  
in the 400 pound class, I'd guess,  and I can't help hearing her order:

Their largest Mexican lunch platter,  with extra cheese.   And with both guacamole and sour
cream,  with the salsa for her chips.

It looks like 8000 calories or so to me.   Well, maybe not that much, but it's at least twice
what I'm physically capable of eating in one sitting.

Here's the best part:  

She orders it with a DIET COKE.






What's wrong with people like that?    Do you think the diet coke is really going to help when
you just ordered a meal that would cause your cardiologist to cough up a lung?

Do YOU have perception problems regarding your body condition, health, and what to do about it, too?


I almost gagged when I heard her order the diet coke.

I tried very, very hard to keep my snickering down to the point that nobody could hear me, I swear I did.   Maybe I even succeeded.

It was all I could do to keep from turning around and letting this woman let have the rough edge
of my tongue.     Really.    But sanity won out, and I didn't stick my nose into her business,
though this was partly out of fear that she might sit on me.  


Be realistic about your body image, people.   And if it's not a good body image, I suggest that
you DO something...something SUBSTANTIAL, about it, rather than eat a huge meal and
have a diet coke with it.    

CJ

She knows she's fat.  She doesn't have a clue what to do about it though, so she gave up years ago.

I had a 32 inch waist for many years.   Going to a 34 inch waist was a bit of a shock to me.

It represents fifteen pounds of belly flab.    

It has to go.   Half of it IS gone.

So yes, for me, a 34 inch waistline is the beginning of a diet.    Or even sooner.


I have a six pack.   I want to see it for the first time ever.   I want to see my musculature in
good definition.


CJ

Ah screw it.

I hereby volunteer myself as the token lardass.

Men are talking about their butts.  Gayest thread ever!

Quoted: cmj: six feet tall, 34 inch waist, 15 lbs overweight You sicken me sir

Yes, but for me, having a 34 inch waistline means I can grab a handful of flab in each hand, anywhere around
my midsection.  That's not the body image I have for myself.

The only way to avoid watching your weight creep up, and keep on creeping up, is to stop LETTING
it creep up.  Putting on one extra pound and not taking it off is the first step toward putting on another
extra pound, and then not taking it off.  And so on.

Your worst enemy is complacency and acceptance.  "That one extra pound won't hurt me.  I'll let
it slide."   And  a while later,  you've got another extra pound,  and you accept that one, too.  
Eventually, you're getting rather pudgy.



People who weigh six hundred pounds got there one pound, one ounce, one gram at a time.

I weigh myself each morning,  taking into account whether I've taken a dump lately, and
figure out right then and there how much I'm going to be eating that day.   If I'm down a pound,
I'll allow myself to eat a little more.   If I'm up,  I won't eat as much as usual.  

And I don't eat all that much anyway.   Most people eat more for lunch than I do in an entire day,
and yet I maintain a vigorous,  manual labor-intensive lifestyle due to the demands of my job.

I guess I have an effficient metabolism.  I don't need much food but have plenty of energy.

If I sicken you by being six feet tall and weighing (currently) 192 pounds,  then what would
you think of the fact that seven years ago, at the age of 33,  I weighed exactly 163 pounds?

I won't ever get that light again,  but only because I have considerably more muscle mass than
I did at that time.    But I will reduce my body fat level to about what I had back then., when
I could practically suck my stomach in to my backbone.



CJ