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Devils'Advocate · 04-08-2011, 07:23 AM

I was always big. My parents fed me well, so I was very much an overweight kid. We always had plenty of chips and cakes in the cupboards. And once I moved out on my own, well then I got REALLY big because every night was pizza of some variety. Pizza pops, pizza burgers, pizza subs, mini-pizzas, etc. It got so bad that I ballooned up to 350 pounds.

In July of 2009 I decided to give it one more concerted effort at losing the weight. And by July 2010 I was down to 170 pounds and I have been able to stay at 170 for 8 months. Everyone says how great I look now and it has certainly been easier getting dates.

However, it's amazing how much I miss all of those rich foods. I have had french fries once since July 2010. I've not had ice cream. Chocolate bars are out. If a friend has ice cream cake at their birthday party, I'll decline. And if I break down and order pizza, I feel guilty about it for a week after and punish myself for it. So I have conditioned myself NOT to order pizza.

Before, food was seen as a joyful thing. I enjoyed ordering a greasy gooey pizza every Friday night. I enjoyed having a big breakfast of an omelette with toast and home fries. Cinnibon was a weekly weekend treat and I'd not have any guilt over having a Beaver Tail. Now I have conditioned myself to feel that food is a negative thing, something that should be followed by guilt.

The way I lost the weight was with the mantra "Exercise is good. Food is evil." My daily caloric intake must have been 4000 to 5000 calories a day, which I immediately dropped down to 3500 and then reduced gradually over that year to 1800. Now that I am maintaining 170, I can have 2500, but if I go over, I beat myself up for it, so it's not worth it. I'll feel like an alcoholic that falls off the wagon, or a smoker that has quit for two months and has a moment of weakness.

I guess where I am going with this is that I think I was HAPPIER before. Maybe it was the same way as an alcoholic finds happiness at the bottom of a bottle. But maybe living a decadent life for 50 years is better than following a healthy lifestyle for 100.

04-08-2011, 07:23 AM	#1
Devils'Advocate #1 Goaltender Join Date: Jul 2005 Exp:	Health eating vs Yummy food I was always big. My parents fed me well, so I was very much an overweight kid. We always had plenty of chips and cakes in the cupboards. And once I moved out on my own, well then I got REALLY big because every night was pizza of some variety. Pizza pops, pizza burgers, pizza subs, mini-pizzas, etc. It got so bad that I ballooned up to 350 pounds. In July of 2009 I decided to give it one more concerted effort at losing the weight. And by July 2010 I was down to 170 pounds and I have been able to stay at 170 for 8 months. Everyone says how great I look now and it has certainly been easier getting dates. However, it's amazing how much I miss all of those rich foods. I have had french fries once since July 2010. I've not had ice cream. Chocolate bars are out. If a friend has ice cream cake at their birthday party, I'll decline. And if I break down and order pizza, I feel guilty about it for a week after and punish myself for it. So I have conditioned myself NOT to order pizza. Before, food was seen as a joyful thing. I enjoyed ordering a greasy gooey pizza every Friday night. I enjoyed having a big breakfast of an omelette with toast and home fries. Cinnibon was a weekly weekend treat and I'd not have any guilt over having a Beaver Tail. Now I have conditioned myself to feel that food is a negative thing, something that should be followed by guilt. The way I lost the weight was with the mantra "Exercise is good. Food is evil." My daily caloric intake must have been 4000 to 5000 calories a day, which I immediately dropped down to 3500 and then reduced gradually over that year to 1800. Now that I am maintaining 170, I can have 2500, but if I go over, I beat myself up for it, so it's not worth it. I'll feel like an alcoholic that falls off the wagon, or a smoker that has quit for two months and has a moment of weakness. I guess where I am going with this is that I think I was HAPPIER before. Maybe it was the same way as an alcoholic finds happiness at the bottom of a bottle. But maybe living a decadent life for 50 years is better than following a healthy lifestyle for 100.