This is a story of hubris. The terrible hubris of a naturally thin (whatever that means) person in their 30s who thinks getting fat only happens to other people.
No, not Elvis Presley, me.
Skyler Tanner has some excellent
advice for aging people, "Don't get fat in the first place". I'd like to offer up a corollary, "Yes, you thin person in your 30's who never had to pay attention to their weight, it most definitely can happen to you."
This is me in college, about 25. No amazing muscle definition or anything but definitely a flat stomach.
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| Yes, that's a mullet and rolled up sweat pants |
A few years after moving to Europe. Around 35. A small gut perhaps and I hadn't lifted weights or done much else for a few years so my muscles were already taking on the consistency of jello at this point:
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| Florence 2000 |
(BTW, I'm not trying to show off all the cool places I've been in Europe, it's just that the only pictures I have of myself were taken on a vacation somewhere).
This is where it starts to get ugly.
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| Barcelona 2005 |
Ack! No, that's not a very loose shirt or a trick of lighting, that's big fat belly and man-boobs.
And the
coup de grace
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| Greece 2008--I am teh anti-sexy |
Jim Morrison came back from the dead just to tell me how much I'd let myself go. "At least grow a beard to cover that double chin, dude." He said in a paranormal experience I made up.
What happened?
Well, two words: Czech Beer. It's good stuff and I was drinking a lot of it. Often a beer for lunch and a few after work every day. In those heady days of youth and a newly opened up Eastern Europe, a flat was just for sleeping in. Nobody went home before 10 pm, and often quite a bit later.
But I was living this lifestyle for five years when the pic in Florence was taken. It was the second five years when it all seemed to take it's toll. It really was the span of two or three years and we weren't even going out that much by this point.
As I wrote in the comments on Skyler's post:
I tend to be of the opinion that loss of muscle mass and its requisite caloric maintenance along with long term metabolic breakdown effects of eating crap are what’s responsible for the mythical metabolic slowdown. Perhaps combined with lower testosterone levels, higher stress levels (it’s more stressful being 45 than 25 IMO), etc.
I agree with Skyler that one's metabolism doesn't suddenly slow down at 38 or 40, the time when dramatic shifts in body composition often occur. Instead, I think this is just the age when bad living typically catches up with folks.
Things start going bad and people accept it with the idea that it's all part of growing old. Screw that.
I don't have any amazing six-pack shots or a great turn around
story to tell. I've lost about 25 lbs, mostly in the early part of 2010 when I first got into reading paleo blogs, and put on some muscle. I try to focus on real food now and especially try to keep my kid away from sugar, frankenoils and wheat (not such an easy thing, actually).
It's tough to turn things around when you've let it get to an extreme point. My giant gut was an obvious external sign that something was very wrong for me, but there's nothing good happening in a body in this condition. Organs, muscles, bones, they're all suffering at this point.