10 Years of Healthy Living

When I first started my new lifestyle with a Whole30, I happened to have an annual physical scheduled about 45 days later which I went to. They drew blood, took vitals, and after the doctor admonishing me for partaking in a “Fad diet,” I went home. Three days later, I was called by the doctor’s office telling me that they had made a mistake and I needed to re-do my bloodwork. They said my blood was somehow changed with someone else’s, and the tests had to be re-done. I went in and they drew blood again, but this time, the results were the same as before, so the doctor called me in to talk about them.

These photos were taken exactly 1 year apart at an annual event.

He told me that he’d never seen someone go from being Type-2 Diabetic to not having elevated blood sugar at all. My blood pressure was normal, and with the exception of one of my lipid counts being a bit elevated, everything else looked normal. This was not the case for me before which is why they initially thought that my blood had somehow been exchanged with someone else’s.

After a year and 110 lbs lost, the doctor told me that he had also done a Whole30 and transitioned to Paleo and that he was advising all his patients to do the same. He said he’d never seen as successful of a transformation as mine and I was the inspiration for him to change his life and the lives of his patients struggling with weight and weight-related health issues.

We often hear that most people who diet to lose weight gain the weight back and then some within a year or two. First, Whole30 and the Paleo Diet are not fad diets. Second, I adopted a healthy lifestyle, not just a new diet. After my initial year of weight loss, I incorporated a lot of exercise and activities that are physical (mountain biking, hiking, kayaking, and re-joining the military). Eating sensibly and being cognizant of portion size coupled with limiting non-compliant foods as much as possible, I’ve maintained my weight loss for over 10 years now.

There are times when my weight fluctuates; typically when my wife and I go on a vacation and we sample local foods that are non-compliant. We mitigate the impact by sharing meals and limiting portion size, yet the weight still sticks to us. The butcher’s bill is usually between 6-10 lbs for a two-week trip. Fortunately, a lot of that is from water weight, and the vast majority is lost within a week of returning home and eating compliant foods again. But for the most part, I’ve stuck around the 185 lbs mark for over 10 years now.

I would prefer to be 170 lbs or less, but my body has other ideas. For whatever reason, it seems like this weight, because no matter how much I exercise or how closely I follow my diet, the weight seems to stick between 188 and 183 lbs.

Has it been hard? Not really. I still get to sneak the occasional dark chocolate or croissant without any significant impact on my health and weight, but otherwise, the Paleo Diet has become not only my new normal, but the new normal for my entire family and even close friends. There are many Paleo recipes we even prefer now over their non-Paleo counterparts as we find them even more delicious.

I don’t miss being winded walking up a flight of stairs. I don’t miss having pain in my legs when I wake up in the morning. I don’t miss not being able to tie my shoes because my stomach was so large it got in the way of me bending forward. I don’t miss the feeling of always being tired, and of always being over-heated even in air-conditioned spaces. For all those reasons, I stick to my diet happily and continue to be physically active as much as possible.

Rebuilding My Running Habit: Lessons from the Struggle

It’s been over two years since I’ve been able to run, and now, while my Achilles heel still hurts a bit (especially in the mornings), I’ve decided to get back to running. I started last week, and let’s just say it wasn’t very fun.

The look of success after the most hellish running experience of the past 20 years.

I started last Wednesday. I ran two miles, and while it was tough, I got through it. I was sore afterwards, but nothing worse than I expected (I’ve done this “starting after a long break” thing before). I took Thursday as a recovery day, and I ran again on Friday. To say that the first half-mile was painful would be an understatement. To say the first quarter mile was nothing short of torture would be hyperbole. It was easily one of the most painful exercise experiences I’ve ever had. Yet, I couldn’t allow myself to quit. With literal tears running down my face, I continued running. I may have looked ridiculous to anyone unlucky enough to catch a glimpse of me running, but to me, I was running for my life. No matter how bad it got, nothing short of my body failing me would stop me from completing this run.

I had set a goal of two miles for these starting runs, and I was not going to stop until I reached the minimum distance. On my first run, I contemplated walking the second mile but thought against it. Living with the discomfort would last about 12 minutes. Living with the knowledge that I quit would last forever.

On this second run, I contemplated quitting after the first 1/4 mile. It was THAT bad. But again, I thought about having to live with the knowledge that I was a quitter, and I couldn’t get past that. I had to keep going. No matter how hard, no matter how painful; I was going to finish. Then, something I was hoping would happen came to pass: it got better. I was still experiencing discomfort, but it was less horrible. It was still pretty bad, but the longer I ran, the more bearable it became.

It never got easy. But it got easier.

This second run was on a Friday and I decided to give myself the weekend for recovery. Later today, I will start my third run in two years. I can already tell that my legs are ready. They no longer are sore at every movement, and I can successfully crouch without wincing in pain. I’m actually looking forward, not to the actual running, but to how I will feel afterwards. This is how I usually anticipate a run. I typically dislike the experience itself, and I can’t say I’ve ever truly enjoyed a run like some people do. I enjoy the feeling after the run; the mental clarity, the feeling of accomplishment, and the dull aching of muscles recently exercised. That’s what I am looking forward to this afternoon.

So I’m back. It was time. Oh, the pain in my Achilles heel? Greatly reduced. I’m now fairly certain that it’s been aching for exercise (literally). Now that I’m using my legs (and feet and ankles) again, they seem to be behaving properly. Who’d a thunk it.

UPDATE: So, I just completed my third run. It went a lot better than the first two. I had some slight knee pain in the first 1/4 mile, and it came back in the second to last 1/4 mile, but overall, I feel really good. I also reduced my run time by over a minute per mile which is really good. I actually felt pretty good out there. I decided that for the rest of this week, I’ll keep my runs at 2 miles but I’ll go up to 2.25 or 2.5 next week. My goal is to run 3-4 per run by summertime.