When I was younger I always thought that I would be able to exercise my way out of weight gain without changing my diet. Nope. Impossible. It took me a long time to realize this. Far longer than I’d like to admit. Yes, a more muscular physique can burn a lot more calories. But no, even an hour of exercise a day won’t do much in terms of helping you reduce your waist or your butt if you are shoveling processed crap into your mouth on a regular basis. I’ve been there. It wasn’t pretty. In my mid-30s I was working out regularly. I was working a high-stress long-hours job with a lot of travel in a startup company. I was eating a lot of convenience foods and I was self-medicating with glasses of wine. I’ve always been slim, but my mom was obese. It was scary, I started to think that my genes were catching up with me. I kept gaining weight.
It wasn’t my genes, it was my lifestyle that was catching up with me. When I was tired I’d grab a coffee or a sugary snack as a pick me up. When the sugar crash happened, I’d find some salty snacks to fill me up. I could eat an entire bag of Doritos (the BIG bag) in one sitting. Hey, at least I was drinking diet sodas. Urp.
So, I started counting calories. Well, that was a wakeup call. I recommend it for anyone who has never done it before. Weigh and measure your food – it is amazing what can quickly add up to 1,000 calories. I definitely was overeating. I started cutting calories. Somehow, inexplicably I wasn’t getting leaner and the needle on the scale wasn’t really budging either. The problem is that I wasn’t addressing WHAT I was eating.
Over time I became a much better eater. I stopped drinking sodas. I limited salty snacks and sweets. I ate more fruits and vegetables. I got leaner. I didn’t lose much weight, but I definitely became a much smaller person. Since I’ve been in my mid-20s, my max weight swing has been about 25 lbs. In the grand scheme of things, this really isn’t a lot compared to the average American. However, whenever I slid back into my old habits, my weight would start to creep up. I started to become a slave to calorie counting. That wasn’t working either – it really isn’t a fun way to live.
The key here is that staying lean is a lifestyle. It isn’t a part time or some-time thing. It has taken me a long time to figure out what really works long term. Counting calories isn’t it. Starving myself (not that I ever was good at that) isn’t it. Some people may be able to survive on a cup of broth, an apple, some celery and cigarettes to keep a fat percentage around 15%. I can’t. I also don’t like that scrawny, sickly, runway model look. It just isn’t healthy.
It took a lot of trial and error for me to wind up where I am today. Over my next few posts I’ll continue to describe my journey.
