Weigh-in: 5 February 2011

Todays weight: 152.4 kg (336 lbs)

Change: +0.2 kg (.44 lbs)

Total loss: -43.1 kg (95 lbs)

Wow, who would've thought that I'd be so happy and relieved to find out that I've gained 0.2 kg since my last weigh-in. That is so freaking awesome, because it means that I've lost about 3 kg (6.6 lbs) since Wednesday. Since Wednesday. I've never lost weight like that in my life.

And it also means that in the end, I put on about 5 kg (11 lbs) over the summer. Which is a damned shame, really, since if I'd just stuck to what I was doing, I would've lost that much. But oh well, all I can do now is move forward. And keep doing what I'm doing now.

Last night when I was wondering if I'd get under 155.5, and also realized that I've been in Weight Watchers for a year, I noticed that I've been at the 155 point for a while now. I was 155 on 31/7/2010. I'd been steadily losing since I started in Feb. I kept dropping through August, but then by 18/9, I was back up to 155.4. Then I started losing again, but by 23/10 I was back to 155.5 kg. After that, I started taking the weight off again through November, and by 20/11 I was down to 149.7. Then over the summer I started gaining again, and would've hit 155.5 again if I hadn't started this slow-carb thing.

So while my 40+ kg loss is great, the thing is, I've been here before. Back when I first started losing weight

I also took some measurements this morning, because instead of just tracking weight, I'm going to start tracking changes in my body shape as well.

Upper arm: 43cm
Chest: 131cm
Hips: 121cm
Thigh: 71cm
Calf:51cm

I figured that with a hernia protrusion the size of a basketball, a waist measurement really wouldn't mean very much. No matter how much weight I lose, I'm still going to have internal organs, and as long as they're in the wrong fucking place, my waist measurement isn't going to be anything close to normal.

But for another way to see the changes to my body, I took some pictures. I wish I'd done that from the start, but better late than never, right? Looking back through my old CalorieKing data, from the 5th of February 2007 (holy shit, that's 4 years ago today! I had no idea! See what I mean about having been here before?) to the 26th of March, I went from 138.9 kg (306 lbs) to 123 kg (271 lbs). I lost 12 cm from my chest, 14 cm from my waist (my protrusion was a lot less severe back then), 10 cm from my hips, and 10 cm from my thighs.

I was still hella fat, still out of shape, but I felt a lot better than I had. I could function reasonably normally again, so I slacked off. Quit watching what I ate (hey, after nearly two months, I knew what I was doing!), quit recording anything, quit exercising, etc. And a year or so later, I was up to over 150 kg (330 lbs). I don't have any numbers recorded for then, but as best I can remember, I managed to get back down to around 135, felt better, and slacked off again. And a few years later, I was at 195.5 kg (431 lbs).

Each time, I realize I'm fucking huge and unhealthy, I get busy doing something about it, and after a while I start feeling better, I get fit enough that I don't feel like I'm dying after walking a couple of blocks, then I slack off. And then I gain all the weight back, plus more. And then when I start losing again, it my new "low" weight is about the same as my highest weight the last time around. How fucked is that?

I'm not doing it again. I'm not going to be sitting here a couple of years from now blogging about how I was 240.5 kg (530 lbs) but I'm feeling much better now that I'm down to 200. Fuck that. I'm not doing it again. This time, I've lost a bunch of weight, I started slacking off, and now I'm getting started losing a bunch more weight.