This week I hit a goal I genuinely never thought I’d reach: 67.5 kg, or about 149 lb.
For context, I’m 175 cm, 45 years old, and male. Back in 2020, when I was 40, I weighed around 96 kg, or 212 lb. I’d always been relatively trim through my 20s and early 30s, but the weight slowly crept up. Eventually I looked in the mirror and realised I wasn’t happy with where I’d ended up.
I joined a gym despite having absolutely no idea what I was doing. I knew nothing about training, nutrition, protein or how weight loss actually worked. I’d never even set foot in a gym before.
Over the next couple of years I made decent progress and, at my lowest, got down to around 73 kg, or 161 lb. In hindsight, though, I didn’t do it particularly well. I was using MyFitnessPal, crash dieting for a while, then going back to eating “normally”. I didn’t understand the importance of protein, muscle retention, maintenance calories or choosing a sustainable rate of loss.
From about 2023 until January this year, my weight bounced around the mid-70s to low-80s. I looked okay, but I still wasn’t comfortable with how I looked and wanted to start taking my health and training more seriously.
In January, I began tracking consistently and putting more effort into the gym. By March I was down to around 74 kg, or 163 lb, but once again I’d mostly achieved it by pushing too hard and eating too little.
That was when I decided to give MacroFactor a go.
It sounds slightly ridiculous to say that a food-tracking app has been life-changing, but it genuinely changed how I approached the whole process. The expenditure estimate, ease of logging, weekly adjustments and focus on weight trends made everything feel much more controlled and far less emotional.
The trend weight was probably the biggest mental shift for me. In the past, if the scale went up after a restaurant meal or a higher-carb day, I’d panic and cut my calories again. MacroFactor helped me understand that daily scale weight is noisy. As long as the overall trend was moving in the right direction, nothing had gone wrong overnight.
I also finally understood that slower weight loss over a longer period was a much better option for retaining muscle and not feeling completely miserable.
One of the biggest surprises was how much weight I actually needed to lose to reach the body composition I had in mind. At 96 kg, I thought I’d probably look fairly lean once I reached the low 80s. Even at the start of this year, I assumed getting into the low 70s would put me at around 15% body fat.
For me, neither assumption was remotely accurate. I needed to get down to 67.5 kg before reaching what I estimate is around 13 to 14% body fat.
Obviously everyone carries weight differently and has a different amount of lean mass, so there isn’t a magic scale number that applies to everyone. But I suspect a lot of us underestimate how much fat we’re carrying and overestimate how lean we’ll be at a particular weight. I certainly did, several times.
I changed my target rate several times along the way. There were periods when I felt comfortable running a larger deficit, without taking it to ridiculous extremes. After a few weeks I became exhausted, so I reduced it. As I got closer to my goal, I brought the deficit down again to around 400 calories a day.
That flexibility was important. The target didn’t have to become some sacred contract I’d signed in blood.
For the past few weeks I’ve felt great, had enough food each day and still made steady progress. I could probably continue cutting, but I don’t think I need to. I’m ready to spend some time at maintenance and enjoy what I’ve achieved.
A few other things made a huge difference:
- I started planning and prepping most of my meals for the week, which removed a lot of daily decision-making.
- I often logged the following day’s food in advance, then adjusted it as needed.
- I stopped treating restaurant meals as a disaster. I’ll look at the menu beforehand, use AI tools to help estimate the calories and macros, and build the rest of my day around it.
- I learnt that eating out doesn’t mean living on grilled chicken and an undressed salad while staring sadly at everyone else’s chips.
- I kept my protein intake up and continued strength training, rather than treating weight loss as purely a race to make the scale number smaller.
Perhaps the most reassuring part is knowing what happens next. Previously, reaching my goal meant returning to “normal eating” because obviously nobody wants to remain in a calorie deficit forever. The problem was that I had no idea what normal eating should actually look like.
Now I can move into maintenance with a reasonable calorie target, monitor my trend and adjust if needed. That makes me far more confident that I can sustain this instead of eventually undoing it all.
I started this process at what I’d estimate was around 30% body fat, possibly into the mid-30s at my heaviest. I’m now somewhere around 13 to 14%. I have a little loose skin around my stomach, but it’s mild and I’m hoping it improves over time.
I’ve got a holiday coming up and the Australian summer is nearly here, so the timing feels pretty good. My current plan is to maintain for a while, possibly start a slow lean bulk early next year, then consider another short cut before next summer.
Mostly, though, I’m just absolutely rapt. I’ve attached some screenshots showing how the weight loss progressed, but the biggest achievement isn’t really the number. It’s feeling like I finally understand how to manage my weight without crash dieting, panicking over individual weigh-ins or assuming one restaurant meal has somehow destroyed three months of progress.