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Showing posts with label losing weight. Show all posts

Thursday, 23 August 2012

Flying at the Sun with Wax Wings



 We all know the cautionary tale of Icarus who is given wings made of wax and feathers by his father Daedalus. Icarus is warned not to fly too close to the sun, but he gets caught up in the moment. In his joy and love for flying, he loses sight of common sense. He becomes ambitious and overconfident as he flies higher and higher, getting closer and closer to the sun, until his wings melt, and he falls to his death. 

I, like Icarus, continually fly too close to the sun. I am notorious at setting myself unrealistic goals to achieve in a ridiculously short amount of time. I get caught up in the instantaneous joy of "making a life changing decision", "finally doing something", or "unleashing my full potential". Basically I get motivated to diet, and each time I choose the quick fix, knowing all the dangers, but assuring myself that "this time will be different". 

In reality I become over ambitious, and stop thinking rationally about the consequences. I get caught up in emotion, that rush of desire to be amazing. I then measure my awesomeness based on two numbers: either my weight or my clothing size. More often then not I use both. This rush towards finally taking "positive action"/ "doing something with my life" leads to fad dieting, unhappiness and the motivation disappears as fast as it originally came. I crash and burn. 

Some fantastic examples of past completely unachievable goals I've set myself have been: 

•   lose 10kg (22lbs!) in a month

•   do 2 hours of exercise EVERY day, no matter what. 

•   cycle up Mount Wellington (which cycling fans will know is a HC rated climb. HC is the HARDEST rating a climb can have. Enough to make Lance Armstrong's face a canvas of pain!)

•   cycling from Perth to Melbourne, with no prior training (that's only 3,600km/2,237miles)

•   Eat 400 calories a day, until I'm an Australian size 8 (US size 4)

ok, so by now you probably get the picture. You probably also noted that none of the above goals are shining examples of a healthy attitude to weight loss. OF COURSE I failed. Anyone with these goals would fail. 

... and let me tell you failing SUCKS! I would get in this cycle of setting unrealistic goals, taking extreme measures to achieve them, only lasting 3-16 days and feeling miserable because I was depriving myself, then I would succumb and have a breakout. One breakout, would become two, and before you know it I was eating the ENTIRE block of chocolate. This would lead to feeling like I was incapable of doing anything, a loser who was doomed to be fat forever, and I would beat myself up about being weak, lazy, stupid and obviously not wanting 'it' enough. 

Instead of realising that what I was trying to do was unhealthy and impossible, I would blame myself and see only inadequacy. Further as I slowly spiralled into being more depressed about it, I would comfort myself with - you guessed it - chocolate! At my lowest point I could eat FOUR blocks (that's 1kg or 2.2lbs) a week. This was on top of the sugary hot chocolates, the crunchy crisps and the bread and honey I would also regularly eat. As I said, my actions meant I was doomed to fail! 

So this time is different. I'm setting myself reasonable goals and following a diet that is sustainable. 

My weight goal is to weigh 64kg (142lbs). 

I'm currently 85kg (187lbs) and my heaviest weight this January was 93.5kg (206lbs).
That means that in total I would like to lose 29.5kg (64lbs)

My clothing size goal is to fit into an Australian size 10 (US size 6). 

I'm currently a size 14 (US size 10) and my biggest was a size 16 (US size 12).
So I would like to lose 3 dress sizes in total. 

Time-wise,  I am going to try to do it slowly and realistically. 

To allow for life (stress, setbacks, breakouts, holidays, parties, family gatherings etc) I'm going to try and lose 1.5kg (3.3lbs) a month. 

My weight at the beginning of August was 87kg (192lbs). Here is a complete list of my weight loss goals per month. 

2012
End of August = 85.5kg (189 lbs.)

End of September  = 84kg (185 lbs)

End of October = 82.5kg (182lbs)

End of November = 81kg (178lbs)

End of December = 79.5kg(175lbs) 

2013
End of January = 78kg (172lbs)

End of February = 76.5kg (169lbs)

End of March = 75kg (165lbs)

End of April = 73.5kg (162lbs)

End of May = 72kg (159lbs)

End of June = 70.5kg (156lbs)

End of July = 69kg (152lbs)

End of August = 67.5kg (149lbs)

End of September  = 66kg (146lbs)

End of October = 64.5 kg (142lbs)

End of November = 64 kg (141lbs)

So in 16 months I plan on losing 23kg (51lbs)! 

By doing it this gradually I'm hoping to keep my lovely wax wings intact. 

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Losing My Virginity

So here it goes, I'm losing my blogging virginity and just like the real thing it's probably going to be a bit awkward and clumsy. Also like the real thing I'm a bit confused as just how to get it started. Is there foreplay or do I just dive right in?

 I'm also a bit nervous, and have been thinking about doing this with a mix of excitement and terror for the last couple of weeks. Hopefully though, after a little while, I'll get used to it and come to enjoy it as part of my weekly routine. 


So I'm the shrinking philosopher and this blog is about my attempts to become skinnier as I also try to become a philosopher. I'm currently completing my PhD, and in between studying I'm trying to lose weight. 


Why? because I have been the size I am now, plus/minus 5 kilos for the last 7 years of my life. I'm unfit, overweight and while it's not making me unhappy, I think being skinnier and fitter would make me more happy.

As a teenager I had always been fairly active, I played basketball, netball, took part in competition ballroom dancing, swam and won several prizes at school because I was just so sporty. Then at 14 I tore my ACL (anterior cruciate ligament) on my left knee and didn't have surgery to fix it until I was   16. In those two years, the mild depression I had at 13 became stronger; I stopped playing sports, stopped enjoying exercise and stopped dancing.

Fast forward 7 years (aka now) and I'm 23. The odd thing is that I retained the image of myself as someone who was strong, fit and completely capable of doing anything, whether that be going for day long hikes, cycling up mount wellington, being stronger than my friends, having endurance, easily being able to play a game of netball or anything else - I was completely fit and fantastic! … But in reality I wasn't.

I had this mental image of myself and my fitness from when I was 14, and it hadn't changed even though I am now 23, married and really unfit. I was in denial.

The shock of just how unfit and overweight I was hit me when I recently saw pictures of myself at a Christmas in July party on Facebook. I was horrified. Surely that couldn't be me? Perhaps it was just taken at a really unflattering angle? But as I kept looking at the pictures and slowly worked my way through a list of excuses, I had to face the truth. 


I was fat, and I looked really unhealthy. 

I realised I had to do something about it, and I had to do it now! I'm 23, my twenties are supposed to be the prime of my life, the years when I'm bursting with energy and trying a bunch of new things. If I don't do it now what will I be like when I'm 30? 40? or 50?. 

This cannot wait and I have to give it priority. This is my journey to being skinnier, healthier and fitter!