Havana and Wagyu

An Unforeseeable, but Inevitable Slowing Down

Last week was my start of Intermittent Fasting.  I weighed in at 474.6, and took that at face-value, as I knew it would be changing and quick.  The week was a bit difficult, spending it at a conference, and having lunch catered to people each day smelled great, but felt awful.  Calorie-free energy drinks got me through days of fatigue and exhaustion that comes with low blood-sugar.  I had a good week with it, and stayed true to the schedule I had made.

I go to work, or whatever during the day.  Around 5:00 or 5:30 each evening I start eating, and head home around 6:00.  I put something in the sous vide to start cooking, and head to the gym or yoga, expecting to get there around 7:00.  I workout for 45-60 minutes, and get home 15-20 minutes later, just in time for the sous vide to finish.  Prepare the side dish with the meal, sear the meat, and then eat.  Larger portions, since I'm eating for a day in a few hours.  It's very difficult to do that, I've found.  Even eating not the most healthily, I still fall a bit short.  Saturday was a proof of concept, since we went to Red Robin for dinner, and I got a big burger, ate a bunch of fries, and got their biggest dessert, and was still 800 calories shy of my daily requirement.  Some starbursts kinda helped with it, but I finished the day at a sub 400 of the day's requirement to maintain, if I was catatonic.  Since I had been moving around and doing things, it's likely that I burned a couple thousand calories from activity throughout the day, so the day was quite literally close to a 1 lb loss day, after eating horribly.

From Monday of last week, weighing in at 474.6, I weighed in today at 466.2, a loss of 8.4 lbs, or 1.2 lbs per day on average.

And here's the trouble -- I know it's going to slow down.  I wish it didn't.  Despite how unhealthy it is, I wish I'd deal with those health concerns over the current ones.

If I lost 1.2 lbs per day by keeping this up, then by Thanksgiving, 52 days away, or Christmas, 85 days, I'd lose 62.4 lbs and 102 lbs, respectively.  And from today, of 466.2, being nearly under 400 around Thanksgiving, and being around 364 at Christmas would be huge.  I'd fit on a plane without the extend-o-belt.

Then, keeping that going, to get down to my all-time low, of 262, I'd just have to persist for another 85 days.  That's mid-March of 2019.  To think that by April, I could be at an all-time low, and May being my ideal weight, having lifted and Yoga-ed into my body, I'd daresay that I would be in rather good physique as well.  Then taking supplements for the extra skin, and THAT being my biggest dilemma, I'd be stoked.  I'd take the hunger every day, and accelerate this 2-year sentence, and get out for good behavior after 6 months.  I would TOTALLY do that.

But I know it won't last.  As I lose weight, even proportionately, I'd go from 1.2 lbs per day to 1.1, then to 1.0, and 0.9, and so on, until it was 0.1 lbs per day, and then the last 30 lbs takes longer than the first 100.  And that's just rough to be so close to a goal and not get there just yet.  But perhaps by then the things that are super difficult now will become easier, and I can just push harder to it.

I am curious at what point will my body/mind realize that certain things are easier.  Like, even at 364 lbs, that's a lot more than I should be, but I wonder how much difference I'll feel from doing things, so much that I'll notice them, or not realize it's easier because of how little difference it is.

I still have yet to figure out milestones, goals, or how to measure success along the way.  And I wonder if this severe weight loss can be cascaded into further weeks.  This will will be very revealing for me.  If I can lose another 8.4 lbs, then I'll feel a bit confident about the whole thing.  If it's closer to 5 lbs, with the same effort, then it's likely my body stabilizing to the diet, and another week or two will tell me how to project the future.  And then I'll know closer to what I expect.

I hope my post next week is more along the lines of "Yay, it worked the same again," and then I can keep tracking that.  Otherwise, I know the feels associated with that, and it's difficult to stay super positive, despite the fact that loss is still loss.  Then it feels more like missing out on parole, and you will have to endure your entire sentence.  It inspires hope, but doesn't usually allow for the hope to warrant any merit -- but can often turn the hope into anger or disdain, so much that you give up.  Don't.  Easier said than done.  Just don't.

-Your Semi-Retarded Friend