Today, I completed the first stage of my attempt to lose weight. I've lost four and a half stone. That's sixty-three pounds for Americans, twenty-eight kilo's for continentals, or eight basement cats for the intenet generation.
While I'm pleased to have done this, accepting congratulations on losing weight at the end of a diet is a bit like being inordinately boastful about giving up smoking on your very first day. It's what comes next that really matters.
There are two reasons to applaud someone with a propensity to accumulate excess lard for the absence of lipids on their person. Ther first is if they've managed not to get fat in the first place. The second is if they've managed to keep weight off for a considerable period of time. Neither of these applies to me.
So this is just the end of a stage, not the end of my effort. I'm pretty aware I could comfortably stand to lose another half stone, as I'm still overweight by BMI standards.
The plan now is to switch to a more maintainable long term strategy. Eating healthily, trying to introduce "good" carbs, allowing the occassional glimpse of oil, or flour, or butter, and lots and lots of delicious fruit. (God, I've missed fruit).
That said, naturally I'm pleased to have stuck to this diet, despite the increasing excellence of London's Burger offerings.
Much of the credit for this goes to Sophie, who despite not needing to lose any weight herself, has bravely dealt with my need to eat only high protein, low fat, low carb food by developing a series of delicious meals, all of which I want to carry on eating. You can read more of them here and here and here and here. I heartly recommend you do, if you're looking to try some tasty, healthy food.
As you'll tell from those recipies, we've basically followed the Dukan diet, removing some of the more suspect pseudo-science (more vegetables, no day on-day off protein, a few scattered beans) and trying to stick to the "eat more protein, less fat and carbs, walk lots" approach that forms Dukan's core. I've also been doing a lot of extra exercise, specifically running.
Anyway, as the cool kids say on their new fangled web forums, this post is worthless without pics.
So here goes:
First up, a head shot. The "before" photo was taken last spring.
Next, a full length before and after. The before was taken the day of the 2010 Brighton Marathon. I was feeling pretty chipper at finishing (very slowly!).
Next, a traditional "Trouser pull", beloved of Weightloss companies the world over. I look a bit grumpy, for some reason. It was cold this morning, I think.
I've just noticed I'm wearing the same trousers I was last year. Nothing if not fashion conscious, me.
Finally, perhaps my favourite photo, for the scale of the change (and also because it shows where I need to work on next).
If anyone wants some scale, those jeans are a US 38 inch waist. I suspect Mr Levi gives his American customers a pretty generous 38 inches, mind. So, there's me. I'll answer any questions about the diet in the comments.
Having said all that about the diet, I can't help feel that the more interesting question is probably why I got fat, and stayed fat for so long.
Perhaps that'll be for another time..