After I turned 40, I gradually added pounds, but so slowly it really didn’t register with me. I should have seen in the mirror that I was starting to push things a bit. Funny thing about looking in the mirror though, you look, but often don’t really see. Occasionally I’d look in the mirror and see glimpses of my Dad standing there, but I didn’t really take serious notice of my expanding waistline.
Pictures of the family started showing this guy that was pretty big. Surprise, that was me! I took most of the pictures, so I wasn’t in that many of them. Then I noticed on a family video that I was starting to get pretty rotund, while I was outside playing with our 2 teenage boys, was the first time I made a mental note that I needed to stop enlarging. I was about probably 250 pounds by then. That’s pretty big, so its the first time I really got uncomfortable seeing myself on video.
The Weight was Creeping On
I’d estimate that I was gaining about 5-10 lbs a year at this point, so when I passed the 300 lb mark, I was starting to see symptoms. Until then I’d always been a healthy guy, never smoked or took anything, plus I never liked to take meds of any kind, pain or otherwise.
Now that the kids were High School age, I was getting pretty fat. Funny, none of my friends from work or church ever really said anything to me about my weight, I guess they thought it wasn’t their business.
By the time the kids were gone and married, I was pretty large and out of shape. Our two boys were out of the house now, and by about 2005 my wife and I were ready to do stuff on our own, without kids to encumber. I was feeling okay – although my legs were starting to get a bit stumpy (2005).
Just Enjoying the View
As many of you know, fatness comes on gradually, so you don’t really notice until something snaps. With me, I started to notice that breathing was more difficult at night in bed. I would have to sleep on my side, with my tummy laying on the side so I could breath unencumbered.
I was now starting to get a barrel chest, and it seemed fairly rigid. My Father in law was like this too, so I didn’t really think much of it, especially since I really didn’t look at myself in the mirror much any more, so what was out of sight was out of mind.
I figured I always had heavy legs, and I thought that indicated that I was a pretty muscular guy [not really] and I took pride in my ability to run fast when I was a kid. Now, my legs didn’t run so fast, and my chest was getting large and my arms were getting fuller in appearance. It is amazing how the body packs away the pounds, it can find places to store fat away just about anywhere, and it’s when it starts depositing fat around your organs (Heart) that bad things can happen. I didn’t like my lower belly much, it looked like I had developed an overhang (stoop). Since I always cinched my belt up pretty tight, my tummy would want to hang over. My ‘junk’ was getting harder to see too! That can’t be good – because that’s a really important part of a guy’s ‘Self Esteem’. Whatever else happened to me, my junk needed to work, and on demand.
Developing an annoying a-fib and ‘The Sweats’:
I’m not what you would call a dancer, but I have pretty good rhythm, and my wife had a dancing background. So, we signed up for a ballroom dance class at the ELKS hall one night a week where we would learn some new steps. Donna really enjoyed it, and I didn’t so much. I found that I was always hot, and the dancing wore me down pretty fast. But I tried not to complain too much.
After Christmas, Donna wanted to go out New Years Eve to dance. I was usually reluctant to go to these things, but told her ‘Okay’, lets go to the dance and have some fun. That night I discovered that I had very little stamina left. I was tired and had to sit a lot. Dancing was labored and caused me to sweat. I made the comment to Donna that I’d better do some resting because I didn’t feel good enough to do much dancing. That’s when she got alarmed, and awoke to my problem. She was also a bit pleasingly plump herself, but she seemed to have much more stamina for dancing and walking than I.
I would start to sweat and perspire at some pretty embarrassing times. One evening at a social occasion, I was making a presentation in front of a group of people and my head started sweating – so much that I had to continually wipe off my brow else drops of sweat would drip off onto my paper. I was certain that everyone had noticed my situation, but no one mentioned it. I guess that is just one of the things that happen to fat people…
“I didn’t Want To Know What was Wrong”
I was starting to get alarmed at my heart rate and the palpitations I was regularly feeling – my heart was acting weird! So after the New Years Dance, my wife scheduled me for a checkup. I didn’t want to go because I didn’t want to know what was going wrong. During that first visit I learned that my condition was called A-FIB (Arterial Fibrillation) and it was not a small thing. He also told me that it wasn’t that uncommon, but usually for men 15 years older than I. He also told me that I would need to start taking BP meds and he’d start treating the A-FIB. The first thing to do was to ‘Reset’ my heart. To do so required that they shock-my-heart, stop it, and then see if it starts up again! Maybe that wasn’t exactly what he described, but that’s what I heard. I knew it was serious and I’d better do something, or else I might not live much longer.
My Symptoms: Shortness of Breath, Fatigue, Heart Palpitations…
After deciding that I had to get serious about losing weight, I saw an info-mercial on late night TV about a new book titled “The Weight Loss Cure”. I’d heard of this snake oil guy before, but I called the number on TV and ordered one of the books anyway. The author proclaimed that this was a miracle weight loss cure and it had to do with the hypothalamus gland, and you had to buy his book to get any information about it.
He also said that once you go through the weight loss process, your body was pretty much immune to gaining weight from then on! Yeah, Right!! So it was the best of both worlds – fast weight loss that you won’t gain back ever again. Okay, that’s pretty funny! Anyway, I didn’t care so much about the after, I just wanted to get the weight off me as fast as possible.
ALERT, ALERT, SCAMMER!
I needed to feel better, and SOON! So after receiving the book in the mail I started scanning through it, trying to find where the secret was buried. I passed the fluff in the front, the annoying repetition, but then got to the place where he started talking about the hypothalamus gland. Then came the the big let down – you had to get a prescription for some substance called hcg and get a shot every morning! What! No WAY! I tossed the book over my shoulder into the back of my Jeep! I was really disappointed. Where or how was I going to get a doctor to prescribe me a regiment of hcg?
I told Donna about the book and we decided to do some more research on the program. We started looking on the internet for hcg and found a few clinics that offered the HCG Weight Loss Protocol, but not in our area. When we expanded our search, we found an HCG clinic on the other side of our state (200 miles away) that provided the HCG Diet program – and the cost was in the $500-$600 range. We jumped at the chance and immediately scheduled an appointment with them.
When we arrived at the HCG clinic, we met with the Dr. and then talked with a ‘diet consultant’ who described the process, taught us how to give ourselves the shots, gave us a log sheet to keep, and then got us our hcg – a clear liquid in a 5000 IU bottle – enough to last a month. We started the process, with full anticipation of success. We re-ordered a total of 3 times, one of which came to us one summer day in high heat – the hcg bottle was too hot to comfortably hold in the hand. But we cooled it down and it still seemed to work fine.
I was a wimp, and didn’t like the idea of giving myself a shot every day, so I’d have Donna do it for me. In the morning, I’d get in the shower, and she would load up the syringe, and call me to the front of the shower where she would inject me. Most of the time I couldn’t even feel the shot, that’s how wimpy I was. Then came the day that she was gone on a tip to visit her sister, and it was up to me to get the shot prepared, and give it to myself. That first time was a scare, but after doing it, I determined that it wasn’t that hard, and I started doing my own shots from then on.
From the beginning, the program amazed us – we both started losing weight like crazy at first! I lost 12 pounds that first week and Donna lost a lot as well! We were excited! After a few weeks we hit our first plateau, and worked through that, kept up the good work and kept losing. Over a 4 month period, I had lost 95 pounds, and by the end I was feeling darn good!
Doctors orders required me to keep a BP record. I was on Kumaden and some BP med that made me feel generally crappy. I noticed that after a few weeks my BP had come down to just above normal, and I’d read that I should keep an eye on my BP so that I would not go TOO low, especially since I was taking BP meds to bring my blood pressure down. I was mostly concerned about the Kumaden though – that is a nasty stuff that thins down your blood, and is dangerous because it is possible for a patient to bleed too much, or get an aneurysm in the brain! I had to go in to see a nurse every week, for her to check my blood and make sure my dosage was working properly for me.
My Cardiologist said that having A-FIB meant that I was 5 times more likely to have a stroke. I didn’t want a stroke, never had one, didn’t want one. Later I would find out how much I don’t like strokes because my mother suffered from a few mini strokes which rendered her wheel chair bound and immensely frustrated.
After I started the hcg diet my BP came down to just above normal so I started to wean myself off BP meds, but my main focus was to get off Kumaden. After 2 months 50+ lbs lost, my Cardiologist was surprised that both of us had lost so much weight in the matter of 2 short months. We asked him why he didn’t put us on a diet when we first visited him and he said that people just don’t do it, so he doesn’t push it.
We followed the program straight through for 4 months, although we had several plateaus that bugged us, but we worked through them. We lost lots of weight at first, then it tapered down until in the last few weeks we were losing about 2-3 lbs per week. Still, after 4 months, I had lost 95 pounds, and the wife lost approx 60.
Lost 95 Pounds of FAT
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How Did the HCG Diet Save Our Lives? I was a typical active and healthy kid, the 4th of 6 children. I can be a girly-girl, but I’m also very active and a bit of a tom-boy. You could often find me sitting in the top of a eucalyptus tree or playing in the dirt with my little brothers, digging tunnels for our cars. I was a master on the pogo stick and once jumped 1000 times without stopping. That was in the 50’s, and I had blond hair long enough to sit on, and it was usually in braids. As I bounced up and down the street with my braids flopping, the neighbors thought I looked like Annie Oakley. I liked that. Other activities I enjoyed over the years included hiking and camping, square dancing, ballroom dancing (complete with lifts, which meant I was frequently dropped on my fanny), water skiing (with more falling), and scuba diving, just to name a few. I liked to be active. You wouldn’t catch me sun-bathing on the beach if the options of body-surfing or snorkeling were available.
Eating Was Fun Some of the foods I learned to make are now practically a lost art, such as home made noodles, bread, and pies. We sometimes churned our own butter. You don’t know what you’re missing if you haven’t tasted homemade butter, which I still make. Not many people make food from ‘scratch’ any more. But that’s something I learned to take pride in. I love it when someone asks me for a recipe. Years later, while I was on the HCG Diet, I wrote a cook book utilizing the HCG Diet Foods. I am anxious to share some of my HCG Diet recipes with you.
I MARRIED THE FUNNY MAN OF MY DREAMS I met my Stan, my future husband, in Melbourne Australia in 1972. We quickly became good friends, and on November 3rd 1973 we got married. He was 22 and I was 24. Yes, I guess I robbed the cradle, but only a little. We loved to do things together. We camped, hiked, and because I loved it, we ballroom danced. He wasn’t very good at it and didn’t like it very much and his hands are a little spastic; he can’t control which way his fingers are pointing while his brain is trying to remember which way to twirl me. But the fact that he tried, showed how much he loved me. Every time we went dancing he forget everything he learned the last time. Still, I appreciated his sacrifice and effort.
AN UNWELCOME DIAGNOSIS Shortly after we got married we discovered that I had endometriosis, which is very painful and often results in difficulty having children. It took 10 years before we finally started our family, and as hard as that was, it did gave us 10 years together. We started our first business, and did lots of fun things. We bought a boat, and Stan learned to ski and knee-board, and I learned to slalom (I graduated from 2 skis to 1).
AN EXPERIMENT IN EATING I stayed as active as I could, but both work and play were usually difficult because of my frequent pain. Medically, nothing was helping. So Stan and I decided to try something fairly radical. We totally changed the way we ate in the hopes that I would feel better. I went through the kitchen cabinets and threw away pre-packaged foods, and especially anything with sugar in it. We followed all of the current “healthy fads” of the day. Most were a good idea, while a few might seem a little extreme to some people. I made yogurt, sprouted beans, ground wheat, made whole wheat bread, juiced vegetables, and bought raw milk, fertile eggs, and organic vegetables (which comes complete with worms). These are only some of the changes we made, and I’m sure we were better off with our improved eating habits, but it didn’t improve my medical condition or alleviate any pain. Although we haven’t always followed through with our revised eating plan, we definitely learned a lot about healthy eating. So we really had no good excuse when our eating habits got more relaxed and we began to put on weight.
THE WEIGHT CATCHES UP We were both healthy and active and so far had never had any significant weight or health problems. But over the years we learned how extra pounds can creep up on you when you least expect it. For at least the first 15 years of marriage, we kept our youthful figures with little effort. Then, even though we were eating and doing things pretty much the same, I began to put on a few pounds each year, and fluctuated between being 10 to 20 pounds overweight. Then Stan also began to gain weight. Since he had never really had an issue with weight until then, he gained rapidly. We gradually formed bad habits and got away from our formerly healthy eating habits. I had tried just about every diet over the years, and Stan had done a few with me. We would lose some weight and quickly gain it back. That roller coaster dieting creates discouragement and decreased incentive. You eventually give up and think there’s no hope for you. (This is the point when some people resort to going under the knife to lose weight. Let me just say that most of the people I know who have weight loss surgery end up eventually gaining their weight back, just like with most diets. But unlike diets, it’s permanent.) Stan was actually considering going under the knife. He was desperate.
WE NEEDED A WAKE-UP CALL
Stan was an accident about to happen! One afternoon in early 2008, Stan and I decided to go for a short walk around the neighborhood with some friends. The purpose was to get some cardio, but Stan just seemed to be strolling. Frustrated, I asked him if he would walk faster, and he said, “I can’t walk any faster than this”. That took me back! I was surprised and became worried. He doesn’t say much when he doesn’t feel good, and it turned out he had been worried about his heart in recent months because he could feel that it wasn’t beating properly. We had attended a New Years Eve dance just a few months prior, and had to leave early because he was feeling pretty bad. Now I realized this was a related incident.
– I can’t walk any faster than this Stan the Man – During a sad time We made an appointment with a Doctor, and he was put on a blood thinner (very dangerous!), and 2 blood pressure medications. After a few months, at our request, he referred Stan to a Cardiologist, and after a few visits we learned that he had arterial fibrillation. That’s where your heart skips beats…not an ideal situation. His very high blood pressure wasn’t coming down in spite of the 2 medications, and he was more than 100 pounds overweight.
I NEVER THOUGHT I’D BE IN A WHEELCHAIR! I wasn’t doing so well myself. When I later stepped on the scale, for the first time in years, I was at least 60 pounds overweight and had my own set of complaints, including plantar fasciitis. It involves pain and inflammation of a thick band of tissue, called the plantar fascia, that runs across the bottom of your foot and connects your heel bone to your toes. It’s aggravated or caused by carrying too much weight. I had Plantar Fasciitis in just my right foot at that time, but it eventually spread to my left foot as well. As it progressed, I had to stop doing anything that required being on my feet. I borrowed a wheel chair to get things done around the house… cleaning, laundry, dishes, and everything else. I started to use the motorized carts in the stores. Most of my friends didn’t know my feet were bothering me. Every time I walked into a meeting, a party, church, picnic, or anywhere, really, I immediately looked for a chair to sit down in. I even bought a little 3-legged stool that folded up and doubled as a cane. That would give my feet temporary relief if I knew I would have place to sit down, such as in a line, like at the bank or in a store. If I was using a shopping cart, I was leaning heavily on it, anxious to get back to my car and sit down.For a couple of years I suffered with Plantar Fasciitis, visiting different kinds of Doctors and Physical Therapists, but nothing helped. Some days were better than others. But to avoid the inevitable pain, I had to alter my lifestyle to the point of removing most activities, and arrange it so I was sitting down almost all of the time. That sucked! Looking back, that walk around the neighborhood was probably not a good idea for me. The fact that I was able to walk that far meant that I was having a “good” day, or didn’t want our friends to know that I had foot problems, and I was just ‘biting the bullet’, fully aware that I was going to hurt the next day.
The Doctor wouldn’t put Stan on a diet! On one of our visits to the Cardiologist, the Doctor was setting up an appointment for Stan to go to the hospital and have his heart stopped< (you heard that right), and then shock it to get it re-started. Wow! That sounded scary! The Doctor told us that once in awhile the heart doesn't re-start. I'm sure that's rare, but still.....! So, the appointment was made, and before we left Stan asked the Doctor to put him on a diet, since our own efforts hadn't been working for either of us. His response was, “Let's get your heart working properly, then we'll talk about that".
Let’s get your heart working properly, then we’ll talk about that – Our Doctor
The day before Stan’s scary appointment: I had attended every one of Stan’s Doctor’s appointments and had every intention of being at the hospital when they stopped and re-started his heart. But then something scary happened to me!
I Aspirated! It was Sunday morning, and Stan’s appointment was going to be the next day (Monday). I woke up not feeling very well, so he went to church without me. Within an hour my stomach was really sick and I was very dizzy. While I was throwing up in a bowl, I passed out and my face went into the bowl, and luckily, I came to and sat back up again. I couldn’t figure out why I was sitting with my head against the wall and I was all wet. I saw the bowl in my lap, with some orange juice in it, and lots more orange juice everywhere else and on me. (Orange juice was the last thing I had to drink.)I called Stan and a Friend and I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. At the hospital it was explained to me that I had aspirated, which is when you inhale something other than air into your lungs. It’s pretty much the same thing as drowning, except I had inhaled my own vomit (the one thing that makes this story not as gross, is that the last thing I threw up was only orange juice). It turns out, a lot people die from aspirating, either right away, or later from infection in the lungs. The next morning in the hospital, I told the Doctor I needed to get over to the other hospital, because my husband was having a scary procedure and I needed to be there with him. He informed me that wasn’t going to happen. He said I had aspirated, explained what it was, and told me that I could have died, and I still could. He said I needed to stay in the hospital for a week to be monitored for lung infection and to normalize my breathing.
STAN’S SCARY HEART PROCEDURE I was in one hospital and Stan was in another one. He was on his own. That afternoon they stopped his heart and restarted it with a shock (not a very technical description). The procedure went smoothly and he started to feel better. A week later I was able to return home. After that Stan had weekly, then monthly follow-up visits to his Doctor to check his heart and blood pressure, and still, never once did the Doctor try to help Stan lose weight!
Never once did the Doctor try to help Stan lose weight! A few weeks following Stan’s heart procedure is when we heard about HCG. We were intrigued, so we did our due diligence, researched the HCG Diet Protocol thoroughly, and then put ourselves on the HCG Diet Plan (I’ll tell our HCG Diet story after I finish this one).A few months later, Stan had a follow-up visit with his Cardiologist. I had always attended Stan’s many appointments with him, so the Doctor was familiar with both of us. But he hadn’t seen us for awhile, and we looked very different … slim and energetic instead of fat and sickly. When we walked in, his jaw nearly hit the floor. He said, “What happened to you two? You’ve lost so much weight!”. We told him that in the last four months, Stan had lost 95 pounds, and I had lost 60. He was amazed, surprised, and impressed. We told him about the HCG Diet and how it works, and suggested he put his patients on it, but he just didn’t act interested. So I asked him why he hadn’t put Stan on a diet when we specifically asked him to. He simply stated that most people don’t follow the diet, so he just doesn’t bother trying. I can understand a Doctor’s frustration when most patients ignore his “Doctor’s Orders”, but this was different. We actually asked for Stan to be put on a diet, and he just blew us off. Maybe his diet wouldn’t have worked for us either, but it seems to me that he could keep some basic diet in a file and hand it to people (especially on request)?!?
WE DECIDED TO START THE HCG DIET PROTOCOL After you try just about every diet and nothing seems to work for very long, you feel frustrated and hopeless. At least that’s how we felt. Then one day Stan was watching TV and saw an advertisement for a book about HCG. He ordered the book and showed it to me when it arrived. I said “OK then. Read it and tell me what you think”. A few months went by and I hadn’t given it much thought. Then I saw a program on TV with a doctor and some patients who were doing the HCG Diet Protocol. I thought it sounded pretty credible, so I went to Stan and asked him about the HCG Diet book. It turns out he had been reading the book in his car, and when he came to the part about taking HCG injections, he tossed the book over his shoulder. He’s scared of shots. He was imagining having to go to the Doctor every day to get injected. It didn’t sound feasible to him, and the book didn’t explain things well. Anyway, the book had landed in the back of his little station wagon that he drove to work, and it was still sitting there getting all curly and weathered. So I shook it out and started reading. I’m not even going to tell you the name of the book because it really wasn’t very good. Still, between the book and the TV program I had seen, I was able to get enough information that I decided to go on the internet and do some more research. I searched, compared, made phone calls, and learned all I could about the HCG Diet Protocol. Finally we decided on an HCG Diet Clinic 4 hours from us where we could buy HCG Injections. Stan wasn’t as excited as I was at this point because of the shots, but I told him I would inject him, and he was willing to let me. The very next day we hopped in the car and drove the four hours to start our HCG Diet. We got our HCG and headed home. That same day I read over the diet program, then headed for the grocery store with the approved food list and bought the meats, vegetables and fruits that we would be eating. Then I put the food list on the refrigerator with a magnet.The next morning we got up and started on the HCG diet Protocol. We started losing weight from the very first day. Every morning we did the same routine… get up, go to the bathroom, weigh ourselves and write it down, and give ourselves an injection of HCG in the belly. We followed the diet religiously and never cheated one bit. By the end of the first week Stan had lost 12 pounds and I had lost 9 pounds. That was of course our biggest weight loss week, and each week we lost slightly less than the previous week as the diet continued. That’s normal, and we were elated. We actually looked forward to weighing ourselves each morning. We had the occasional plateau, but we plowed through it and our results were great! After four months Stan had lost 95 pounds and I had lost 60.
WHAT DOES 50 OR 100 POUNDS OF FAT LOOK LIKE?
Stan called me one day and asked me to meet him for a photo shoot. He had called around and found a Butcher who agreed to let us take pictures of ourselves with a big pile of fat trimmings. He put 100 pounds of beef fat on a table. Stan stood behind the huge pile of fat, and I took a photo. Then the Butcher removed half of the fat, leaving 50 pounds on the table. I stood behind the table and Stan took a photo of me. Check out the pictures. It’s astonishing standing there looking at that sight realizing that’s approximately how much fat you lost from your body!
This Is How Much Fat I Lost
Everyone knew about our diet except our son Our youngest son was living with us at the time and we didn’t want him to know what we were doing. He’s a self made nutritionist, diet expert, and at that time he was a personal trainer, and we knew he would criticize the diet. So we hid the HCG from him but we couldn’t hide the way we were eating, or the fact that our bodies were shrinking. Every so often he would ask us what we were doing and we would tell him we were on a low calorie diet, which was true. He just didn’t get the other part of the story from us. One evening he attended a wedding reception with us and we were sitting around a table with a bunch of friends, when a couple we knew walked up and said, “So, tell us about these shots you’re taking”. Our son gave us “the look”, and when we got home he asked, “So, what is it you’re really doing?”. We finally explained all about our diet and how HCG work, and a few days later he went with us on the 4 hour drive to our follow-up visit with the Doctor. Our son had a chance to visit with to the doctor, and he also saw the results of our body composition test. When he compared it with our original test he was very impressed, because it showed that we had retained muscle while losing all the fat. He was on board, and within a month we opened a clinic in our own area. We wanted our friends to be able to get the help they needed locally.
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