So, I thought I should post my entire weight loss saga with my thoughts on how it's all gone.
When I was in my teens and early 20's, I was really skinny. Like 26 inch waist skinny. I taught a kung fu class and walked everywhere. Then I injured my stomach muscles in my late 20's, and pretty much had to stop all physical activity for a while. I got really big pretty quickly.
I was at my biggest at 315 some time in 2002:
I vowed to shed all that weight, and I got an elliptical machine. I used it for 90 minutes every day. I aggressively counted my calories, and if I went over my daily "budget", I got on that elliptical until it told me I had burned the excess. It worked--as I said, I shed 70 lbs, quickly. But it sucked. I was spending way too much of my day obsessed about all of the food I had eaten, and all of the food I wasn't allowed to eat because I had reached my daily budget.
In 2003, I got a gig working at the Texas Renaissance Festival (in Houston) in a band. i was pretty happy with how I looked.
I lived in Dallas, so I drove to Houston on Friday nights and came back on Monday, losing 4 days of exercise. By the end of the festival (7 weeks), the costume I wore was starting to get tight, and after "falling off the wagon" on the calorie counting and exercising, I was loathe to get back on it. And, once I decided to say "fuck it" to the regime, I went back to my old eating habits. By the end of the festival, I was looking decidedly puffier.
For many people, I don't think maintaining that level of exercise is a realistic long term goal. And if you suddenly stop (as many do), your metabolism does a nose dive. So, between 2003 and 2014, my weight steadily climbed. This is how I looked when my current wife and I got together in 2008.
I hovered between 280 and 295 between that time and 2013ish. I've read somewhere that people tend to eat similarly to their family and those they hang out with, and i think that's true. I was used to eating an appetizer, meal, and dessert every time I went out to eat, for instance. Plus the free bread, if the restaurant offered it. Cindy wasn't tiny when we got together, but she wasn't big either..size 6 or 8, I think. But she started eating like I did, and she blew up too.
During that time, we tried a number of fad diets: Lemon juice purging, ketogenic diets, etc. We lost weight, but then we always gained it back as soon as we stopped whatever the fad was.
When she had her gastric bypass 3 years ago, she was forced to cut her portions way down. As a consequence, I started reducing my intake as well. I just felt like a big ol' pig if she ate 1 slice of pizza, my son ate 2, and I ate an entire medium pizza to myself. So I started cutting back a little, and since it wasn't much, it wasn't a chore. My stomach started shrinking to accommodate, and I'd start feeling full sooner. So, I'd cut back a little more until I was finally eating more reasonable portions. She had to walk after her surgery to help with the healing, so we'd leash up the dogs and I'd go with her. It wasn't much of a change, but I noticed that every couple of months I'd be 3-5 lbs lighter, which was exciting. And since it wasn't a hard change, I just kept it up--lowering my portions when I felt like I could, slowing my eating so that the "you're full" triggers would fire before I'd totally gorged myself, and exercising a little more.
So in 2013, walking around the block would leave me very winded. Now, I can walk all over town (as I did a few days ago for our town's Oktoberfest). My wife and I feel strong enough that she's decided she wants me to teach her kung fu, so we'll be starting that in a couple of weeks when she returns from an out of town trip she's going on. Since this is the first time I've lost a significant amount of weight without feeling like I have to struggle to make it work, I have high hopes that in the next couple of years I'll be exactly where I want to be. It sucks that it takes so long to accomplish this kind of thing, but I really do think it's the only way to do it realistically.