I've Lost a 100-Pound Man, and I Don't Want Him Back!, The Sequel

Four and a half years.

The last time I posted that I lost 100 pounds was almost a half decade ago (a lustrum? a pentad?). I'm happy to say I can make that claim again, as my Nokia Body scale notified me this morning I had reached 100.5 pounds lost.

What have I done since I began my newest weight loss journey on July 17th, 2017?

From July 17th until August 23rd, my only change was modifying my eating habits to adopt the ketogenic diet (again), using the MyFitnessPal app to track my carb and calorie intakeFrom August 24th until now, I have been walking 5 kilometers per day each morning, Monday to Friday, taking a rest day on Saturdays, and walking 10 kilometers on Sundays, tracking everything with my Endomondo appFrom Monday, August 28th until now, I have participated in "intermittent fasting" on weekdays, only eating between the hours of 12:00 PM and 6:00 PM, with only a handful of exceptionsA haven't taken any "cheat days" (and with the high fat content of …

Running Your Own Race

As I live in a city of over 400,000 people, it's hardly surprising that I see lots of people also walking or running during my morning walks. I walk six days out of seven...5 kilometres on weekdays, Saturday off for a recovery day, and 10 kilometres on Sunday. Each day, I see a couple of cats (who I'm happy to say are beginning to come out and greet me), a handful of dogs being walked, and a scattering of people either exercising like me or heading to work, home, or points in between. I'm fortunate to live in an area of Halifax where there are plentiful sidewalks and beautiful lanes of trees to stroll along.

As I've been walking (and listening to the audiobook of the excellent The Universe in a Single Atom by His Holiness the Dalai Lama, narrated by Richard Gere - the dulcet tones of whom are not terribly hard to listen), I've been trying to be mindful of my thoughts and feelings as they bubble up through my consciousness. One thing I've been thinking about is…

Dipping Your [Ke]to in the Water

After researching many low-carb diets, including Atkins, South Beach, Dukan, Stillman, and [Low Carb] Paleo, I finally settled on integrating the Ketogenic Diet into my lifestyle. Why a diet at all, you may ask? Why not, "just eat healthy"? Not unlike formal education, sometimes people need structure around their attempt to learn something, and I'm one of those people.
Taming the BeastIn an effort to work with my Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, I put measures in place to apply some order to my inner chaos. For instance, my personal spaces (my office at work, for instance) are organized neatly and in a certain way out of natural state of things would be to have everything, everywhere. I lay out my exercise clothes (and my working clothes, for that matter) the night before so when I get up, I know where everything is. I pack my laptop bag a certain way. I organize my kitchen and bathroom a certain way. I order my shoes, my email folders, and my appl…

[Can't] Make Me Lose Control

I've talked about persistence and the "long game" in the past couple of posts, so I'd like to start this post by providing an update of my own progress:

I am still walking six days weekly, a total of 35+ kilometres per week, and my times for these are steadily getting betterI am still maintaining my Ketogenic dietI am still doing my weekly meal prep for lunches at workI am still doing intermittent fasting I've lost 64 pounds as of this writing (since July 17th, 2017), and more importantly, I feel amazing - physically, mentally, and spiritually. I struggle to count how many times over the past two weeks, I have uttered or written the words "I am the happiest I think I have every been".

One of the recent themes of my meandering internal dialog has been about the nature of "control", and the role it has on my life. The concept has been disseminated by intellectual curiosity since the dawn of time, from Reinhold Niebuhr's Serenity Prayer, and …

Looking at It from a Different [Tri]angle

Before I launch into a discourse of what could be construed as health advice, I'd like to be clear one more time: I am not a health or fitness professional. I have no medical training. Professionally, I am an adult educator of information technology. When I explain anything, it is how I experienced it or what worked for me...that's all.

With that out of the way, I would like to talk about a few of the observations I have made regarding my weight loss (and gain, and loss again...), particularly my challenges in finding what worked for me.

Let me get one thing out of the way from the start: I've been battling my weight since I was an early adult, and I can assure you of one thing, having quested high and low: there is no instant solution. Three things make a difference: diet and physical activity (or the lack thereof), and both of these lean heavily on psychology...those three form the triumvirate of "being [physically] healthy".
Diet There is something to be said …


“Maybe this isn't home, nor ever was - maybe home is where I have to go tonight. Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.” - Stephen King, It Hello and welcome back! I've been taking another (rather obvious) hiatus from the blogosphere, spending the time being mindful and making some observations about myself, using those to make some decisions about where I want my life to be in the future. I've returned with the plan of making regular posts from here on out. I'd like to start by sharing some of those observations with you.
Weighing In and Resolve Firstly, regarding my weight loss. I've noticed an interesting pattern: I began a sincere effort to combat my weight several years ago when I tipped the scales at 410 pounds. I began the Paleo diet, engaged in fairly rigorous exercise, and lost 120 pounds in 10 months. Several tragedies and crises occurred in my life, and I gave up the diet and exercise, gained a lot of w…

Battle of the Five Bellies

The last of my three part "this is my workout" series, with apologies to Peter Jackson for satirizing the titles of his Hobbit trilogy, it's just come to my attention that each of the last two comprised sets of exactly nine exercises..."Nine Exercises for Mortal Men Doomed to Die [of Exhaustion]"? I go too far. Please check out An Unexpected Stability and The Desolation of Strength if you'd like to read the lead up to this post.

Tiring as it can be, I really enjoy a good brisk walk or hike, in nature, on the sidewalk, or on a treadmill in a gym. There is something about the steady rhythmic beat of footfalls that has always appealed to me. In contrast, mostly because of my weight, I find "jogging" tedious and painful. I'll revisit that again when my weight is down to a more portable figure.

After my core and strength workouts, I love hitting the treadmill for a solid cardio workout for two reasons: one, I get to walk, and two, I get to see the …