FEBRUARY 2009 GOAL UPDATE!

You can download my new goal as a PDF file. I have used the SMARTER Principle to outline my goal, it’s the smart way to goal setting.

Click on the image below to download my new goals.

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JULY 2008 GOAL UPDATE!

I need to refresh my goal, right at the start of this my goal was to get down from 302lbs to 220lbs, but I never put a time limit on this, maybe if I had done this at the start then maybe I would have been closer to my goal.

MY NEW GOALS

• Lose 2.2lbs per week(as 2.2lbs equals 1kg)
  

• Reach 220lbs by January 31st 2009 (29 weeks away from today)

If we (or a calculator) adds this up, then 2.2 x 29 = 63.8lbs and I currently weight 282lbs, 282 – 63.8 = 218.2. So there is not much room for slipping up or not reaching my goals by January 31st 2009.

So encourage me, give me advice because I need them and they are part of my fuel to success! ::grin, blush::

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Ok so I am starting this blog because I am another unhappy fat person. I am mostly doing this to be held accountable. Accountably can be a great thing to guide us on a quest to a better life. “None of us are as great as all of us!”

My name is Andrew Scott and I’m, 29 years old and currently living in Indonesia. I am happily married and have a 10 month old son.

I was born in Scotland, and as far as I can remember have always been causing eclipses. Growing up I never took part in sports much, as I had no confidence; people’s cruelty had destroyed that.

During high school I had been to the dietitian and tried to follow their instructions to lose weight by not eating between meals and regular exercise (mainly cardio) and to no avail. I kind of gave up thinking this is who I was meant to be and there was nothing that I could do about it.

When I was 17 my parents divorced and I moved with my mum and sister to Ireland. I started working in a supermarket; starting at the bottom of the food chain.

I soon made friends and was out boozing and partying like the Tasmanian Devil on speed. Glass of beer after glass of beer went down to drown myself in my darkness within, followed by a stagger to a pizza cue or any fast food joint that was on my crawl home. I piled on the weight and the depression and smoked my lungs to blackness.

Without any transport I was hitchhiking it to work every day which was about 6 miles (over 9 km) to work and then hitching it home again at nights. Then the bitter West of Ireland winters creped in so I decided to buy myself a bike.

So after coughing my lungs up and down that hilly six mile stretch I was getting use to cycling and it turned into a hobby. At first I shifted a few pounds and was looking and feeling good, now I was still boozing and eating like a……. Scottish person knows how. Then I got a break, I went for an interview for a computer company and got the job. I had the money to move out of home and I moved into an apartment with a good work mate of mine. As the office was exactly a 5 minute walk then bike became a clothes horse in my room.

Now I was a happy, independent boozer! Let the beer flow and the smoke bellow; and it did!

Those few pounds I lost from cycling crept back on and then some.

When I moved from the West of Ireland to the South (near Dublin) I started to have a new interest in losing weight again and boy did I try it all; starving, Slim-Fast, fruit diets, juice diets, Atikin’s diet and pills galore. I cycled miles and miles over the Ox mountains and the hills of County Wicklow one day I remember setting off at 7am and returning at 11pm after an 84 mile cycle.

Nothing worked.

After coming over to Indonesia, I met Susan and we got married back in July 2005. I hated those wedding photos! Then on April 2007 at 10:57pm the little head, body and legs of my son, Daniel came into the world. There is nothing like a family to give a man something to live for.

And now here I am, looking 10 years into the future when I take a massive heart attack…… no way! That’s not how I check out! I ain’t going out like that.

It’s time to think for myself, it’s time to educate myself about my body and the foods that I eat and how exercise effects it. And that’s what I did, for months I read and asked people and read some more. Then the time comes when all that knowledge has to be turned into actions to be come wisdom. I had to initiate all the information I had, and I am.

And now I am also evaluating my progress to strengthen my efforts and outcomes. I am changing, and I am fighting.

I am embracing the pain of discipline because I don’t want to suffer the pain of regret! As you follow this blog, I will be 100% honest with what I am doing and you will see that I WILL reach my goal and I WILL fight the fat and WIN!

My equasion for success; educate, initiate & evaluate = success!

My Choice

I have been big all my life. As far back as I can remember I have stood out from the crowed due to my large size. I have faced many attempts to loose the weight but failed in all of them.

I am now 29 and I am getting ready for another attempt at fighting the fat, but there is a difference. Now I am armed with knowledge about my body, nutrients, protein, carbohydrates, muscle groups, metabolism, etc.

I have educated myself about loosing weight and how my body is made-up. Before I would jump on a bike and cycle for miles, and miles! I would lift weights for weeks, starve myself, follow fad diets, all accomplished nothing. Some of them even caused me to increase in weight.

Approaching 30, married to a beautiful woman and becoming a dad with a little 9 month old son; these are the things that have caused me to look harder into what the future holds for me.

With a BMI of 39.2 (49kg over weight) I could be in for a shocking and short future. I was told that I could have a heart attack in about 10 years time. Not to bright, huh?

So it’s time for action. It’s time for a choice. There are only two choices for me to make, the pain of discipline to live a healthy active life and lose weight gradually and consistently OR the pain or regret, and maybe be snuffed out of the rat race earlier than planned.

Discipline has a time span, but regret is relentless and chews away at us, maybe through until the next life too.

I want to choose the first choice, before it’s too late.

My Goal

To be honest with you, I already have a goal for my weight loss. I am guessing that it is fear of failing that has stopped me from revealing it to you.

This blog is for accountability and I also hope I can inspire and encourage others to take the challenge to sweat and burn off the bulk of blubber and depression that they too are carrying.

I made a promise to myself to be completely honest with everyone on this blog; so before I get cold feet, here is my goal.

I am currently (based on my first weigh in) 137kg / 302lbs / 21.5st and I am 5ft 11inches tall, so I have set my first goal at 100kg / 220lbs / 15.7st and a waste-to-hip ratio of 0.92

When I reach this goal I will evaluate further and then set new goals. To me this goal is challenging enough and still realistic.

So I have done it, this is my goal and I am going to be disciplined until the job is done!

You can contact me at; andrew@disciplineorregret.com