At my top I was about 18.5st (or 117kg) and was in my mid to late 30s. I've never been the most healthy of eaters so had always been a bigger boy. I decided I had to do something but didn't want to fad and try and get it off quick (too many horror stories about bouncing back), so decided to try and be more sensible with myself. I started walking more, working in London it was too easy to jump on the tube to a client, when they are only a mile or so away and I stopped driving into work as my car pooler retired so that meant more steps automatically and started having smaller portions of more or less the same foods. I knew I would never be able to remove the treat food completely, but now I get things like biscuit multipacks instead of proper packs, and can treat with a bag of say 5 mini maryland cookies, rather than a full packet that has to be eaten otherwise it will go off.
I was doing pretty well and in March of this year I had dropped to just about 14st (about 89kg). Then lockdown hit and I was working from home and so not walking to the station or to the office or to clients and so the weight started to creep back on and I was annoyed with myself. I started doing little 2 mile walks at lunchtime to get out and get some movement. This slowly turned into 4,5,6 or more mile walks in the evenings and sometimes even more on weekends (my longest individual walk was just about 10 miles one lovely Sunday morning in Margate). I have now also added in an exercise bike to my "regime", so have been doing 45 mins on that every lunchtime for the past 6 weeks or so.
Last night I hit the magical point of 12st 13.8lb on my scales (about 82kg) which I believe is the lightest I have been in my adult life.
That is from a 44" trouser to 36" trousers no being a little loose.
Gotta admit its going to be harder to motivate to do walks in dark evenings, but as long as I get out for an hour it will still be better than nothing.