Let’s start off easy since this is the first post of what I’d like to be a series documenting my weight loss journey (or basically somewhere to complain).
By definition, I’m Class I obese. While I stand fairly tall at 190 cm, I weigh a whopping 123 kg as of today, June 4, 2026. “Class I obese” is a wonderful label, isn’t it? At least I’m not in Class III, but I digress.
I started my current weight loss project on May 1st at 129.9 kg, right after what was an epic beach vacation with my best pal. Totally unrelated, but going on my first proper grown-up vacation where I could drink all day and still enjoy the culture, the beach, and the sun was genuinely awesome.
My friend is a pretty fit and lean dude, and while we were on vacation he expressed some genuine concern for my overall health. Psychologically, I’ve actually been doing much better lately thanks to the great people I’ve befriended over the past year. Physically, though, my weight wasn’t looking too good. I was sitting around 129 kg at the time. Last year I decided it was time for a fresh start: “new me” and all that. I managed to drop down to 124 kg in November, but that’s where things stalled. After that, I climbed to my highest recorded weight of 132.4 kg, which I still maintain was partly because my bathroom scale was broken.
Seeing that number was not fun.
Over the next couple of months, I got back down to around 125 kg, but with more free time and more alcohol, I eventually climbed back up to 129.9 kg. That was where I was during the vacation.
During the trip, he challenged me to get down to 124 kg by the end of the summer. I accepted and immediately threw a challenge back at him. He’s a really smart dude, but man does he work too much. I told him to work at least two fewer hours per week and actually use that time for himself.
And so the challenge began.
My strategy at first was pretty loose. By that, I mean I basically tried to walk the weight off. Walking helps, but the sad truth is that food is what kills me. Whenever I start working out, walking more, or climbing, I just get hungrier. Being active makes me want to eat way more than I actually need.
The annoying part is that I already knew this. I’ve tried losing weight many times before. This time, though, I think I actually wanted that magic word that the doctors, friends, and even worse, influencers say: a lifestyle change.
The problem is that I don’t think/believe a lifestyle change is really possible while you’re actively losing weight. As long as you’re eating less than your body wants, you’re going to be hungry. And being hungry is a lot easier to accept if you’re going to eat food that you genuinely enjoy. The idea was simple: same food, smaller portions.
I was hoping the magical 6–8 week period people always talk about would kick in. After enough time, maybe my stomach would get used to smaller meals and my body would stop demanding so much food. Maybe I’d spend less mental energy thinking about not eating. Big dreams, I know xD.
One strategy that has helped quite a bit is simply not having food available. As my dad always says:
“It’s a lot easier to walk past it in the grocery store than in the kitchen.”
Man, does that ring true these days.
As for the whole lifestyle-change thing, I still think that if I successfully lose weight, I’ll naturally start enjoying the healthier habits that come with it. I remember being around 100 kg back in late 2018 and early 2019, and being healthy felt a lot easier.
Otherwise, I think that’s it for now. I’m adding one last figure from Garmin showing my current progress. Until next time, Cy@!
Figure 1. Garmin weight recording for most of May.