ChefChiTown's Rebirth: I'm Back, BABY!!! (In More Ways Than One)...

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So, I used to be on here a while back, but then I had a melt down and disappeared for a while. Well, my melt down is far in the past and I'm ready to get back on track. Ok, let's get this thing (re)started...

When I left here last year (or whenever the hell it was, who knows?) I wasn't in the best of shape, but at least I wasn't a morbid wreck. WEEEEELL, as time went on I packed on the pounds and ended up becoming a huge mess again. Now, to be fair, some of it was due to medical issues (I have really bad sleep apnea and, during the time it really decided to kick into gear, I gained a shit ton of weight), but a lot of it was totally my fault; I ate like crap, I didn't exercise and I just didn't care. And, that totally sucked, because when I was originally a member here at WLF, I lost a TON of weight. I went from 290 lbs down to 220 lbs during that time and I don't remember a time that I was happier with my body before that happened. Buuuuut, I rediscovered the sheer joy of stuffing my fat jowls with the greasiest, most disgusting and unhealthiest of foods. I started packing so much shit in my foodhole that I had an Alvin & The Chipmunks face. I felt like I should've put on an oversized red turtleneck dress sweater thingy with a big "A" on it. Only, the "A" wouldn't stand for "Alvin" - it would stand for "AAAAAAAAAH, I'M FUCKING FAT!!!" I mean, let's be honest - eating pizza, fried chicken, ice cream and a bunch of other bullshit every night is a pretty satisfying adventure and it's a hard vacation to end. That is, until you find yourself getting out of breath simply walking up a small flight of stairs. That's when you start to go, "Maybe I should lose a few pounds." It also helps when your girlfriend gives you "the look." You know, "the look," guys - the one that makes your stomach turn in knots, your heart skip a beat and your boy parts cramp like your calf after sitting Indian style on a hardwood floor for a half hour? Yeah, THAT look.

SO, I'm ready to get back on track and get a super awesome body and stuff.

I weighed in last Monday at 258 lbs. That is when I restarted my weight loss journey. I began watching what I ate and took a little control of my life back. And, it's paying off. As of yesterday, I weighed in at 249 lbs. My ultimate goal is to get down to 200 lbs, but my realistic goal is be down around 210 or 215 lbs. As long as I'm in good shape, have a decent physique and both feel and look healthy, I'll be more than happy. Oh, I also have to have rock hard abs too. I want abs so ripped and hard that I can grate cheese on them. Yeeeeeah...aaaaawesome. ANYWAY...

As for right now, I'm doing a little bit of the "low carb" thing. Now, before everybody jumps down my throat, I'm not going overboard with it. I'm just cutting out unnecessary carbohydrates for a little while (pizza crust, cakes, breads, sweets, etc - the things I don't need). I'm still getting carbs, just from healthy sources such as fruits and vegetables. So, don't worry - Chef isn't being an idiot. Not this time anyway...just give me time though, I'm sure I'll do something moronic in the near future. And, when I do, I'm sure Jen won't hesitate to tell you all about it. Oh, yeah...Jen is my girlfriend; Jen Renee. I actually met her on this forum. Yup...so...yeah. Deal with it.

Anyway, I'm glad to be back.
 
Welcome back and good luck!
 
Welcome back - and well done on the 9 pound loss...

Lots of us come back a fair bit chubbier than when we left... I did!!! The main thing is that we somehow find the good sense to come back and get back on track...

I am sorry that the sleep apnoea has been such a trial for you. I hope that it improves soon. Maybe weight loss will help.
 
Hey Chef, welcome back! :)
Same here....I packed on pretty much everything I lost during the first time I lost (2009), and have managed to get back on track, lose almost 100 lbs again, only to put 20 back on over Christmas.....*sigh*.....ah well. Happens to the best of us I guess.

Good luck on those abs! ;)
 
Thanks for the welcomes everybody. It's good to be back.

Report for tonight - Jen and I just finished doing some pilates. We did it together (ha) on Monday and I kind of liked it. Yeah, it was weird and it made my entire body hurt in places I didn't even know I had, but it felt good. So, we're going to be working out together a few times every week...which is just like so super cute adorbs, M I RITE? Anyway, we did our pilates and then I got on the treadmill for like 20 minutes. Jen said she did the treadmill earlier today so I couldn't NOT do it myself. I mean, I can't be outdone by a lady, I'm a man...RAAAAAWWWWRRRR!!! No, but seriously...I just wanted to get in a little more exercise for the evening.

So, we're just waiting for our dinner to cook. I'm making us some seared chicken breasts topped with swiss and bacon, served with a side salad. It stays within our calorie range and it works for my low-carb kick. So, yeah. We're gonna eat the shit out of it, NUM NUM NUM!!!

BYE!!!
 
I didn't know you before, but wanted to welcome you back! It's great that you and Jen are both members here and have each other a support system. I'm sure it'll be great for both of you. Keep up the good work. :)
 
I didn't know you before, but wanted to welcome you back! It's great that you and Jen are both members here and have each other a support system. I'm sure it'll be great for both of you. Keep up the good work. :)

Thanks, Mandy. But, don't be fooled...we support each other, yes, but we also are on the brink of murdering each other at times. I mean, straight up MURDER each other. (that's why I hide the knives, shh)


Niiiiice. Picture jokes AND references to pop culture. You're my kind of guy.
 
Guess who got a raise today? What? NO...not John Stamos. It was me, ME!!!

After 2 years of busting my ass and doing my best to make our Assisted Living building (well, kitchen/dining room anyway - I'm a chef there) better in each and every way, my hard work is FIIIIINALLY being recognized. I stress out a lot at work, mostly because I do the job of 2-3 people and get paid only as much as the lazy jokes with whom I work, but...NOT ANYMORE!!! Now, my raise isn't anything mind-blowing, but it's definitely something that completely took away nearly all of my stress caused by work.

I feel good. Really good. Today's a good day.

And, I get to end it all by sitting here with the love of my life, watching TV for a while as we yell at every pizza and fast food commercial that comes on TV for making us hungry.
 
Congratulations Chef and welcome back! Your lady is kicking my butt in our little weightloss competition BTW.
 
Congratulations Chef and welcome back! Your lady is kicking my butt in our little weightloss competition BTW.

Yeah, she does that from time to time. She may act all shy, nice and innocent, but once she gets a taste of competition she goes for the kill. You should see her play Candy Crush for God's sake...Jesus Christ, I've never seen that woman get so competitive before.

Seriously, they should be outlawed.

I know, right? 7PM should be the universal cutoff for being legally allowed to show food commercials. I mean, why is it that, almost every single night, between 8-11PM at night, all we see is delicious food commercials. I do good until those God damned pizza and McDonald's ads start getting shoved into my poor, hungry, frustrated face. Damn marketing executives...jerks.
 
I only stream or watch shows on disc because I loathe commercials so badly, but last weekend I was watching a show on a hotel TV and the commercials where, pizza, burgers, and bariatric weightloss clinics. I was nearly struck dumb by this. WTH!
 
Jen is off picking up the kids from school and I'm just sitting here doing some laundry and going through all the music on my laptop, sorting it out so I can put some songs on my MP3 player for when I use the treadmill (I HAVE to listen to music when I get on that thing, otherwise I feel like I'm constantly "this close" to throwing myself out of the window and plummeting two-stories down, mangling my body and destroying my fat legs in the process, rendering me unable to walk on the treadmill...or at all for that matter). Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah...

When I listen to music, I often "get lost" in it. My brain zones out and my mind goes blank, allowing a bunch of seemingly random thoughts to pop in and out of my head. Often times, I find those random thoughts to hold some sort of powerful meaning or, at least to me, some measure of importance - almost as if the music allows me to reflect on the truth inside my head and come to terms with it.

Well, while I've been sitting here with my headphones on, I realized something. One of the big reasons I have always avoided "sticking with it" when it comes to my weight loss is out of fear - fear of success, fear of not being able to use my weight as an excuse for not doing certain things in my life, fear of change, fear of having to accept a new body and lifestyle, fear of finally getting the body of my dreams to only get fat again, etc. Fear of a lot of things.

But, my biggest fear (I finally realized) is the fear of being attractive. I have the fear that, if I lose a bunch of weight, get in good shape, possess an attractive body (etc) that my relationship will suffer. I'm afraid that having an attractive body will make the one I'm with uncomfortable. I've never been the type to have women really "notice" me before. Sure, I've always had the ability to be charming, funny, comforting, whatever...but I've always been magnetic because of my personality (HAHAHA, that sounds so egotistical), not because of how I look. And, I'm afraid that getting a good body (and actually maintaining it) will cause some unwanted attention - attention, I fear, that might make my partner uncomfortable. Not that I would ever do anything, but I'm afraid that if I got any sort of attention, it might cause some sort of fear or doubt in my better half...and I don't want that. So, in a way, there's always been some sort of subconscious fear telling me to "stay" fat to ensure that doubt, fear, jealousy and insecurity never even have a chance to start growing inside of her head. I want to get in shape, but it has nothing to do with wanting to be attractive to anybody (other than Jen, of course) - I guess I've just always been afraid that she would never believe that. Or have doubt. Or insecurity. Or anything negative.

I don't know.

Anyway, I guess I just have to trust myself and do the right thing, no matter what my fears may be. I need to get healthy regardless of how afraid I might be of what hypothetical negatives might stand in my way. I also have to trust her and put faith in our relationship, knowing that, no matter what I look like, no matter what happens, she will never look at me differently - although I may eventually get a new body, my heart will remain the same (only, it will have less fat and plaque surrounding it). I just have to trust she'll remember that.

Fears are funny. You have them for years...but you don't even know it. Not until you listen to this song that is...

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Apparently, ELO - The Diary of Horace Wimp makes a person think about some deep shit. You're a magician Jeff Lynne. A God damned magician.
 
I just got done doing an hour on the treadmill, which is an accomplishment I haven't...well...accomplished...in like 4 or 5 years. It feels good, BUUUUUT...my sense of balance is now going to be out of whack for a little while and my legs feel like rubber. I feel all wobbly like a fat clown using pool noodles as stilts.
 
I also have to trust her and put faith in our relationship, knowing that, no matter what I look like, no matter what happens, she will never look at me differently - although I may eventually get a new body, my heart will remain the same (only, it will have less fat and plaque surrounding it). I just have to trust she'll remember that.

I think I can remember that, honey. :)

Good job on the exercise. I'm proud of you!
 
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