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How I Lost Eighty Pounds
In mid May of 2008 my doctor at the VA gave me the news: Blood work indicated high glucose levels, unacceptably high, indicating that I was diabetic. At the time I was sixty-three, obese (327 pounds) with insane eating habits and zero exercise. I've always been big, and my 6' 2" frame carried it moderately well. I knew I was fat, but I was cool with it, and as a grumpy old man relationships were not something I was looking for.
But the good doctor's diagnosis disturbed me, triggering visuals of out of control running sores in my limbs, blindness, strokes, sugar comas, all that. I had no intention of letting that happen, so, like the intelligent and capable man I was, I came up with a plan.
First thing, on the way home from the VA hospital, I stopped at my friendly grocers and loaded up a shopping cart with hams, mayo, the good bread (big yellow slices), cheese, milk and a half gallon of ice cream. One last fling before the Big Change.
That weekend, whilst munching on the last of my stash of really fattening and high sugar foods I scoured the Internet researching nutrition, exercise routines, exercise machinery, life style changes, monitoring equipment; the whole due diligence thing.
I'm a big list maker, and so I came out of the weekend with a list, things I had to get, foods to eat and an exercise plan.
One of the first things on the list was instituting strict portion controls. Instead of three or more of my trademark huge ham and cheese sandwiches, on those big fluffy slices of yellow bread, slobbered with mayo and washed down by several mugs of ice cold milk, lunch became a small salad. A little bit of lettuce, half a cucumber, a sliced up tomato, a few croutons, dressing and water to drink.
The surprise was when it filled me up. The worst thing is allowing those hunger pangs to set in, if you try and prepare a meal while hungry you'll over eat every time. In time my daily routine became a small bowl of Cheerios for breakfast, a salad for lunch, then the evening meal was either another salad with a grilled piece of chicken, or perhaps one of those small, pre-packaged meals made for dieters. If over powered by the urge to snack later in the evening, then I'd eat a handful of croutons, or pop up some non-buttered microwave popcorn.
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