Jokat
August 11th, 2007, 12:46 PM
This is an attempt to understand the place that I find myself at in my life and to ask for opinions and or advise from others (primarily to obtain an unbiased point of view).
Brief History: A few years ago I weighed in at 132 kilograms. I applied for life insurance and the policy was loaded substantially because I was overweight. I did not suffer from any weight related ailments and in fact was quite fit as I did a fair amount of hiking. I just ate too much and without thought or consideration. I made the decision to lose the weight and so over the next year and a half I lost 51 kilograms. I made fitness and health the central focus of my life. I have maintained my weight within a few kilograms for some time now. I am a father of two small children and husband to my wife. Both my wife and I work full time in demanding jobs in order to make enough money to live and save some for our kids future.
The Present: Recently I started a new job that requires a great amount of mental effort (software engineering) and study on my part. My wife has been recently promoted into a very busy management position, both moves were necessary in order to further our careers and ensure a reasonable income for our family. So there has been a fair bit of stress in our lives recently. To make things worse I seem to have a few issues related to health and fitness that are making things worse. While losing my weight I became obsessed with the process, and measured, weighed and analyzed every morsel I ate with increasing fervor. I began to alienate my family and friends, not to mention driving myself crazy so recently I made the decision to relax. I told myself that I had lost the weight and that if I just ate in moderation, continued to exercise a couple of times a week then I would be fine. Seem reasonable enough, but as it turns out I can't do that. I have been binging for about three weeks now and I am sick of it. I feel terrible both mentally and physically. The dilemma now is what to do? Go back to my strict and obsessive diet and exercise plan, and continue to alienate my family and friends as well as put massive amounts of extra stress on myself or continue to relax and enjoy food and life, and slowly gain my weight back again. When I was fat I never gave my appearance a second thought, well almost never, the only time I ever worried about it was at the beach or the doctors. My wife never had a problem with me and neither did any of my friends or family. Now I am obsessed with every little flaw and lingering bulge of fat, I can barely look at myself in the mirror yet I can't seem to stop looking. I lost the weight for myself and to be honest I love being lean, it feels nice and comfortable and it feels good to be healthy and fit but I can't handle the stress of maintaining it. I have to get up for gym at 5 in the morning to be home by 6 to get the kids up and ready for school, then I rush off to work. I get home and cook, bath the kids and make meals for the next day. Then I have to study and/or work before bed at 9 or 9:30, as I need at least 7 but preferably 8 hours sleep or I have terrible trouble concentrating at the office and while studying. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday are my wifes mornings for gym and mine are Tuesday and Thursday. I try to get in a mountain bike ride on the weekend too but don't always get a chance.
The problem I have is one of balance, I can't seem to find the middle ground. I can't seem to find the place where I can enjoy food and life as well as fitness and health. I have soul searched long and hard about this and I often have very good solutions but I never seem to be able to implement them.
I hate complaining and really thought long and hard about posting this but in the end I decided that it makes no difference whether anyone considers this a bad list of excuses or an irritating post about some poor guy's problems, it feels better to simply put it out there. I know full well that others have far more difficult lives than me, I live in a third world country, so I see it every day and I know that I should be grateful and happy for what I have but somehow, somehow I am so unhappy with this imbalance in my life.
Brief History: A few years ago I weighed in at 132 kilograms. I applied for life insurance and the policy was loaded substantially because I was overweight. I did not suffer from any weight related ailments and in fact was quite fit as I did a fair amount of hiking. I just ate too much and without thought or consideration. I made the decision to lose the weight and so over the next year and a half I lost 51 kilograms. I made fitness and health the central focus of my life. I have maintained my weight within a few kilograms for some time now. I am a father of two small children and husband to my wife. Both my wife and I work full time in demanding jobs in order to make enough money to live and save some for our kids future.
The Present: Recently I started a new job that requires a great amount of mental effort (software engineering) and study on my part. My wife has been recently promoted into a very busy management position, both moves were necessary in order to further our careers and ensure a reasonable income for our family. So there has been a fair bit of stress in our lives recently. To make things worse I seem to have a few issues related to health and fitness that are making things worse. While losing my weight I became obsessed with the process, and measured, weighed and analyzed every morsel I ate with increasing fervor. I began to alienate my family and friends, not to mention driving myself crazy so recently I made the decision to relax. I told myself that I had lost the weight and that if I just ate in moderation, continued to exercise a couple of times a week then I would be fine. Seem reasonable enough, but as it turns out I can't do that. I have been binging for about three weeks now and I am sick of it. I feel terrible both mentally and physically. The dilemma now is what to do? Go back to my strict and obsessive diet and exercise plan, and continue to alienate my family and friends as well as put massive amounts of extra stress on myself or continue to relax and enjoy food and life, and slowly gain my weight back again. When I was fat I never gave my appearance a second thought, well almost never, the only time I ever worried about it was at the beach or the doctors. My wife never had a problem with me and neither did any of my friends or family. Now I am obsessed with every little flaw and lingering bulge of fat, I can barely look at myself in the mirror yet I can't seem to stop looking. I lost the weight for myself and to be honest I love being lean, it feels nice and comfortable and it feels good to be healthy and fit but I can't handle the stress of maintaining it. I have to get up for gym at 5 in the morning to be home by 6 to get the kids up and ready for school, then I rush off to work. I get home and cook, bath the kids and make meals for the next day. Then I have to study and/or work before bed at 9 or 9:30, as I need at least 7 but preferably 8 hours sleep or I have terrible trouble concentrating at the office and while studying. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday are my wifes mornings for gym and mine are Tuesday and Thursday. I try to get in a mountain bike ride on the weekend too but don't always get a chance.
The problem I have is one of balance, I can't seem to find the middle ground. I can't seem to find the place where I can enjoy food and life as well as fitness and health. I have soul searched long and hard about this and I often have very good solutions but I never seem to be able to implement them.
I hate complaining and really thought long and hard about posting this but in the end I decided that it makes no difference whether anyone considers this a bad list of excuses or an irritating post about some poor guy's problems, it feels better to simply put it out there. I know full well that others have far more difficult lives than me, I live in a third world country, so I see it every day and I know that I should be grateful and happy for what I have but somehow, somehow I am so unhappy with this imbalance in my life.