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And it's great!
140 lb is ten stone. That's 63.5 kg.
Here's me in July last year.
Here's me at the start of May this year.
And here's me today in my new suit.
Note - I'm wearing my fancy black sunglasses to preserve my international man-of-mystery image.
I decided a year ago that I'd got to the stage where I blocked out the sun and it was time to do something about it. Twenty plus years of contented marriage can have that effect if you don't watch things and I stopped watching them some time ago.
I can hear you asking how I did this.
The answer is simple. I walk and I count calories. I've not set foot inside a gym.
I walk a lot, currently between eight and ten miles per day at an average speed of around 4.4 mph.
Since July last year I've walked almost exactly 2,500 miles and destroyed a pair of shoes and two pairs of trainers.
My daily calorie allowance is 1,500 plus what I earn from exercise.
I add the calories earned from walking to my daily allowance and as a result, the weight has simply fallen off. I don't eat particularly healthily, it's effectively just good portion control and I think I'm proof that providing you burn more calories that you eat then the weight will come off. Physics, yeah.
I never go to bed hungry!
Here's a plot of how my weight has dropped over the last year.
The yellow line is my trend weight and as you can see, I've only breached it three times. Christmas, New Year and the blip in February is when I had a long weekend away with Mrs. Feek.
The thin green line at the bottom is my final goal weight. I've already reached the initial weight I planned and have just revised it down a fraction further.
So there you have it. I used to be a fat git and now I'm not.
I'm happy
140 lb is ten stone. That's 63.5 kg.
Here's me in July last year.
Here's me at the start of May this year.
And here's me today in my new suit.
Note - I'm wearing my fancy black sunglasses to preserve my international man-of-mystery image.
I decided a year ago that I'd got to the stage where I blocked out the sun and it was time to do something about it. Twenty plus years of contented marriage can have that effect if you don't watch things and I stopped watching them some time ago.
I can hear you asking how I did this.
The answer is simple. I walk and I count calories. I've not set foot inside a gym.
I walk a lot, currently between eight and ten miles per day at an average speed of around 4.4 mph.
Since July last year I've walked almost exactly 2,500 miles and destroyed a pair of shoes and two pairs of trainers.
My daily calorie allowance is 1,500 plus what I earn from exercise.
I add the calories earned from walking to my daily allowance and as a result, the weight has simply fallen off. I don't eat particularly healthily, it's effectively just good portion control and I think I'm proof that providing you burn more calories that you eat then the weight will come off. Physics, yeah.
I never go to bed hungry!
Here's a plot of how my weight has dropped over the last year.
The yellow line is my trend weight and as you can see, I've only breached it three times. Christmas, New Year and the blip in February is when I had a long weekend away with Mrs. Feek.
The thin green line at the bottom is my final goal weight. I've already reached the initial weight I planned and have just revised it down a fraction further.
So there you have it. I used to be a fat git and now I'm not.
I'm happy
