As we near the end of Weight No More both Michelle and I got a stark reminder of what has happened to us over the past 12 weeks. In Michelle's case she has lost nearly 25 pounds. In my case I have lost ten plus an additional 12 prior to the contest as I had started a diet and exercise program back in November.
What happened this past week though was a reality check like no other for both of us.
Thanks to Kristina Young, both Michelle and I gained 20 pounds. Temporarily of course. In Michelle's story you got a first hand insight into just how ignorant we were as to what 20 pounds felt like. In my story, you will read a lot of complaining.
I took the weight vest home this weekend and on Sunday did my four hour stint with the simulated lost fat.
At nine in the morning I "strapped it on."
"Oh my God" I thought to myself. Okay I screamed it. The vest was not too uncomfortable and I tightened the straps to secure it as close to my body as possible. My first activity was my morning walk. A little over a mile.
As you may recall from my ranting in previous articles, the first morning I walked back in November I prayed for a stroke that never came. That feeling returned as I was about halfway through my walk. Returning home and breathing heavier than normal, I started my weekly housework routine. Laundry, vacuuming, preparing the Sunday meal and baking cookies were the duties at hand. Yes I bake my own cookies. By 10:30 I could not wait to get this thing off. My girls laughed and kept reminding me of how much longer I needed to keep it on. I will get even with them later. Ex-lax in the cookies perhaps.
Getting up out of a chair was even a task. My body ached more with each hour that passed. My shoulders hurt and my legs and feet were getting tired from the added weight. When I sat on the couch, the weight of the vest on my chest made it difficult to breathe. Not extreme, but there was added effort in a simple task we do not even think about. It didn't make sense because only four months ago I was carrying this extra 20 pounds everyday. Of course fat is distributed across your body and you are used to it as the effect of getting fat is gradual. None the less, the vest helped me to fully realize just how much I have lost and how much more I need to lose
When one o'clock rolled around, I removed the vest and breathed a sigh of relief. My shoulders were killing me and I finally had a sense of the hidden strain our bodies endure.
Page 2 of 2 - Looking back as my journey continues I pray to God they do not make a 64 pound weight vest as 64 pounds is my goal.
When I finally do lose 64 pounds, hopefully by August, I can assure you of one thing. There is no way in hell I am strapping it back on.
Next week: The not so final tally.