I weighed myself for the first time in 2 years on December 26th 2009 and to my horror realised I was closing in quickly on 280lbs.
I’d seen plenty of weight loss success stories on TV shows like The Biggest Loser but never believed that it could have changed my life around.
My Weight Loss Story Since I Hit Rock Bottom And How I Found The Motivation To Keep Losing Weight.
Since then I’ve went from being a sedentary slob to a runner, completing 2 full marathons and 10 half marathons in 18 months.
This is how my weight loss story unfolded, month by month and pound by pound!
At my biggest. My favourite meals back then were entire bags of grated Cheddar, ice cream and sausage rolls.
I was a mess.
I’d get out of breath even thinking about walking.
Had severe back and knee pain from standing around too long.
The clincher was when my piss started smelling of wet Sugar Puffs.
I could not go on like that.
Booked a month away in Europe for July. Resolved to get down to 200lbs by then.
A little bit ambitious.
It would take well over a year to get there.
First time I took a picture of myself since my turning point.
I look like a cross between a Labour back-bencher and a genderless librarian.
Weight is slowly but surely coming off.
Starting to walk a lot more too. Not getting out of breath as much on my strolls was a great start.
Started walking home from work almost every night in preparation for my European jaunt.
Journey was 5 miles or so.
This is before I went away on my holidays to Europe.
Inter-railed to London – Paris – Amsterdam – Berlin – Prague – Munich – Zurich – Milan and Barcelona.
In Prague I resolved to run the Belfast Marathon whilst totally skunked out on Absinthe.
I told a Dutch fellow about my plan in the Karlovy Lazne nightclub in Prague.
He laughed at me and said ‘Look at you! You couldn’t run for shit man’.
At this point I was wondering why the hell I’d agreed to do the marathon.
Couldn’t run 0.5 miles without dying in the gym.
Ran a mile on the treadmill for the first time.
Still worried about outdoors running.
I’d tried running in the dark on the way back from the pub but could only last 200m.
Little did I know I was starting out too fast.
Finally manage to run both a 5k and a 10k in the treadmill.
Still worried that I won’t be able to run properly outside.
26.2 miles is an insanely scary prospect.
A sad month with no real running. My only outdoor run was during a blizzard. My dad’s health took a major turn for the worse.
I ran from work to my house in jeans, a leather jacket and DC shoes.
Managed to run 100 miles in one month. Delighted with myself.
Training got off to a disastrous start though. Slid and fell on ice during my first run, then accidentally ran into some old guy whilst jogging in the wind and rain a few weeks later.
Ran my first half marathon race in Larne 2 weeks to the day after my dad passed away.
Hit the wall at 11 miles and just felt like giving up altogether with the race and running.
Learnt the important lesson that it’s OK to walk occasionally to where you’re going.
Getting there is the key. Disappointed. Suffered an acute episode of the bleeding nipples too.
The weight gradually crept on during Marathon Training.
A combination of too much canned wine and pizzas after long runs. Finished the Belfast Marathon in 5:00:56.57 seconds slower than my target time of 5 hours.
Managed to be disappointed despite finishing what I’d set out to do.
Ate and drank with friends after the marathon. I was terrified as I freely drinking lager and cocktails yet I wasn’t pissing. I did not piss that day until at least 7pm at night in Auntie Annie’s Porterhouse, Belfast.
What came out was the same colour as mud.
July again was a key month. Had a terrible experience in Birmingham. Was meant to run the Birmingham & Black County Half Marathon and ended up off my head inside some god awful nightclub called Snob’s.
After a McDonalds and several pints of Guinness for supper I overslept for the start of the race the next morning.
Spent the afternoon eating Gregg’s Sausage Rolls thinking that I didn’t have a future running anymore.
Fuck that notion!
First 150 mile month since the marathon. Finally feel like I’m back into my old running ways.
Ran the Great Scottish Run with a PB of 2:12.
Loved the run despite having serious Camelbak problems that led an old Scottish man to think I’d pissed myself in an elevator.
Miss out on the Dublin Marathon 2011 after a desperate cross country dash from Portugal to Spain.
Go to Las Vegas. Nearly die in the ghetto. Sprinting through the hood in DC’s is not my idea of fun.
Went to Northern Europe and did no running.Toured Stockholm – Copenhagen – Hamburg – Munich – Cologne and Amsterdam.
End up getting the train from Amsterdam via London to Glasgow instead of getting on scheduled Easyjet flight.
Fucking terrified of flying I am.Made a New Year’s Resolution to run more.
Realised that New Year’s Resolution’s are bullshit and went out and ran 10 miles after having not ran in a month.
Finish the Liverpool Half on a lovely spring day. Some of the dodgiest pictures ever are captured of myself.
My first PB since the Cardiff Half Marathon at the Rock N Roll Half Marathon Edinburgh 2012.
Run the Belfast Marathon for the 2nd time and in successive years. Better last year’s time by 6 minutes.
I was fucking drenched from the run. Was seriously difficult.
|1st June 2012||211.8lbs|
|8th June 2012||212.8lbs|
|15th June 2012||212.0lbs||
Spent much of June in a sugar stupour, whilst training for the Great North Run.
Still struggling with self control impulses but more importantly, I’m still running.
|22nd June 2012||211.9lbs|
|29th June 2012||212.1lbs|
No progress weight wise whatsoever.
I just can't seem to control my appetite at the minute. This is leading me to eat more and fuck up my chances of succeeding.
Finally broke below 210lbs this month after running 212 miles in August. Still eating too much shit. Thinking of getting my jaws wired shut.
As you can tell, I stopped weighing myself every week a while back. I’m now back up to over 210.5lb here. You can see the weight on my tits in this photo from the Great Birmingham Run. If I wasn’t overweight I wouldn’t have to worry about my nipples bleeding.
Didn’t run as much this month but I lost a little bit of weight.
I just hit a point in December 2012 where I was really fucking annoyed with not losing any weight.
I had to train harder.
I had to eat less shit.
I had to run longer.
I managed none of those really, other than the run longer part.
Finally some weight loss. I was aiming for 205lbs by the end of January but wasn't disappointed to actually lose some weight for once.
Weight loss continues with the Brighton Half Marathon happening.
The only thing I'm doing differently at the minute is eating low fast pasta salad for lunch along with a punnet of strawberries.
I try to eat as late as possible at the weekends too.
Another month of successful weight loss and I'm actually getting faster.
The first ever picture of me smiling on camera in a race is recorded.