So what do you get if you take me from four years ago and cut off 30kg (66 lb)? You would get me in the present, a new smaller version of myself. Or just “Mini-Me” if you will.

It was four years ago that I decided that I should “get into shape”. I had obviously been thinking about it for a long time and even tried dieting a few times, only to bounce right back, but the thing that triggered it for me, the event that changed everything, was seeing the bathroom scale bounce up to three digits.
“One - zero - zero kilograms” I silently read from the display. And I thought to myself: “I am 25. And I am obese.”
And I just stood there on the scale and I stared at those three digits. And as cliche as it sounds, I pictured in my head that metaphorical fork on that path leading to my future. On one side, was that familiar and easy path I had always traveled, with a future similar to my present. On the other side was a path leading into darkness, a path with unknown obstacles and an unknown future. And I looked behind me at the road I had traveled to get here and I looked at those precious first 25 years of my life which I had wasted and I had no one else to blame but myself. But unlike Austin Power’s Dr. Evil, I had no time machine with which I could travel back in time, undo all those excess calories and re-live my life on a different path. My only options were these two paths leading forward.
I didn’t really stand on that scale longer than a minute that day, but I remember that it felt much longer simply because so many thoughts went thru my head all at once at that time. I am hesitant to call it a “spiritual” moment or even a “religious” one, but I can’t describe it in any other way. I have a few times felt this sort of “adrenaline rush” which makes me think so quickly that it is as if time itself slows down for a brief moment. And that was one of those rare moments. I knew right then that this was an important turning point in my life, that what I was to decide in the following moments would have a huge impact on how my future would pan out.
So when I finally stepped down from the bathroom scale it felt like I was making a decision right there at that very moment. As I stepped down from the scale I was metaphorically stepping down on one of these two alternative paths.
And I think you know which one I picked. :) And that was probably the most important decision I had done in my life. Because today I am a completely different person. Proud of what I have achieved. Stronger and fitter than I have ever been. Looking at these pictures I found of myself from before I started my weight loss program, I realize that the new smaller me, I shall call him: Mini-Me, looks roughly ten years younger than the old me from five years ago. Ironically, it is almost as if I have in fact managed to reverse time by embracing the present and the future.

Just to clarify, I am almost 24 years old in the first picture, I included it as there are very few good full body pictures of me from that time (which I suppose is understandable). In the second one I’m 25 years old and actually a bit bigger, but it’s hard to tell from that image. I started my diet three months after that picture was taken at exactly 100kg. As of this morning, Mini-Me weighs a bit less than 70kg (154lb) with roughly 10-11% body-fat. The right-most picture was when I weighed about 71kg (11-12% bf) but the difference one kg makes is not enough to add any kind of visible difference anyway. That is pretty much what Mini-Me looks like right now.
My only regret is that I didn’t take proper “before” pictures when I started. Because of this it is very difficult for me to visualize what I actually used to look like. It’s a bit surreal to think that almost a third of the old me has disappeared. But if we unrealistically assume that the weight lost is purely fat and that I haven’t gained any lean mass during the past four years then those 30kg would amount to roughly 33 liters (8.7 gallons) in volume (density of fat tissue is about 0.9kg/l). It’s hard to imagine how much that is in real life but imagine 33 milk cartons stacked on top of each other.
Yeah, that’s a lot of milk.
Cutting down to exactly 70 wasn’t really in my plan a month ago, but I have this thing for nice even numbers so I could not resist the urge to cut past my previous levels after bulking up 2kg in my latest six week cycle. :-P So I used the Intermittent Fasting approach to dieting and dropped 4kg in just 4 weeks.
Going forward, my plan is to bulk up about 6kg before the Christmas holidays. If we assume half of that is fat and half is muscle I should be able to hit 73-74kg @11-12% bf after a three week cut by the time I turn 30 in January. And yes, that means I intend to cut during the holidays o_O; but I still believe it is a very realistic goal. I am still primarily focusing on increasing my strength and increases in mass comes as a side-effect of this. However, it is impossible to grow without a calorie surplus, so the most important thing for me in the following months is to eat more, not the exercise itself. For some reason this has become very difficult for me, probably because I have been obsessing so much about “eating leaner” for the past four years, that it has become sort of a subconscious thing.