So the first time I worked out was in 1998, and by the time I met my wife at my work in 2000 I had gained it all back, or at least most of it. I was a bloated 210 pounds and feeling sluggish. Although that cute, intelligent nursing student still fell for me.
I tried to continue to workout I did a few years earlier, but I kept slipping. That was when my wife talked me into doing the body-for-life program. This is a program where you eat a carb and a protein every 2-3 hours, and you work out every day. The great part about this program is you get to take one day off every week where you don't work out and you can eat whatever you want.
It sounded kind of stupid at first (of course I though any exercise was stupid before I lost weight a few years earlier), but I ultimately agreed to try it.
This first time I tried the body for life to get into shape was during the run-up to my Wedding which was to be on May 18, 2002. For this event, I ended up losing 35 pounds in less than 12 weeks. It was a major success. I went from 119 to 180. Once again I was feeling trim.
So as I look over at our wedding picture, I'm looking great, and so is my wife. The problem with that diet was that after my wedding we went on a four day cruise where we left Miami on day #1, went to Key west, Cozumel, and then back to Miami. This was the best vacation of my life; of both of our lives.
One of the neat things about this cruise is everything was all inclusive, including the food. And food there was lots of it. There was food everywhere. There were buffets that were open 24-7, and then there were many restaurants, and also places for fancy dining.
I remember getting up one day and eating breakfast, having brunch and then lunch, and then lunch-dinner, then snack, then dinner, then after dinner snacks, then snack again, then snack again, and then midnight meal, and then getting back to our rooms and ordering room service just because it was available and it was free.
At about 1:30 a.m. my wife and I were startled by the sound of the door bell. Barely able to muster the strength, I got up and opened the door. "Yes!" I mumbled. A well groomed guy was carrying bags. "You ordered room service?"
"Ah!" I mumbled again. "Yeah, I guess we did." I shut the door, and turned to my wife, "Get up, honey! It's time to eat again."
She smiled. For the next hour we ate.
By the end of this glorious vacation I had gained 10 pounds. In retrospect, I would do it all over again. Only, if I did, I would get down to 170 pounds instead of 180.
Within the next KK was in the oven, and while I started a workout program when we got pregnant, I ended up gaining weight right with her. Once again both my wife and I succeeded in losing weight, and failed at maintaining it.
I actually remember thinking once during the course of this diet, as I was feeling awesome and in the best shape of my life, why anyone would want to be out of shape. Well, my wife and I were leaning, even someone who knows how to lose weight, and is aware that losing weight is needed, struggle in this effect.
Hmmmm, I wonder how many people have that problem? There's this old saying that eating is the hardest addiction to get over, because -- unlike cigarettes -- you literally NEED food.