You may remember my doctor ordering me to quit carbohydrates a few months ago. My blood sugar was way up, I was morbidly obese - 5'9", 212 pounds - and I was having more than my share of medical issues. That was July 30th. In the nearly three months since then, I have tried to keep my total daily carb intake under 20 grams, and on Saturday morning, I was tipping the scale at 183. A net loss of 29 pounds.
Suffice to say, I am totally and completely happy with my results so far. Last night I placed some of my fat clothes into the donation pile. A few t-shirts, two sport jackets, and a pair of jeans I received last year. I am now fitting into clothing labeled "large" - something which has not happened since the 1990s.
I was never heavy as a kid. I gained a ton of weight when I took this job, and all the stress which accompanies it. I hated having my picture taken, and I hated myself and how I looked. Now, I almost want people to take my picture. I smile when I fit into clothes which don't look like parachutes, and I think other people are noticing, too. It's a nice confidence boost, and it reminds me I'm on the right track. I'd still like to lose a few more pounds - I think 175 is a good number to settle upon - but my docter (and DocRambo) completely changed my life.
Heck, pretty soon girls who look like this won't spit directly into my face.
You know, unless they're into that, then all bets are off.