I am afraid it doesn't work like that.
You might be able to take clues if you find somebody of similar size, but you cannot calculate it.
Curiosity has got the better of me and I'd love to know how much weight I lost 20 years ago. Having been fairly huge from the outset, with a diet of 25 pints or so of Guinness a day, I managed to get up to a 66 inch waist and 72 inch chest but have no idea how much I weighed as it really was going to be a weigh bridge job and there are limits!
Would anyone be able to do a rough calculation as to how much a 6'3" tall, 66 inch waist and 72 inch chest would be? As my bank manager will attest, maths isn't my strong suit so I'll happily chuck £10 to the fundraiser if someone does the brain work.
I am afraid it doesn't work like that.
You might be able to take clues if you find somebody of similar size, but you cannot calculate it.
Someone who lies about the little things will lie about the big things too.
might help, did you resemble any of these folks
https://www.newhealthadvisor.com/Fat...the-World.html
I´ll take a guess at somewhere in the relatively svelte 350-400 lbs´region, 25-28 stonish.
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26 stone 7 lbs.
A bit of careful Googling got me this - but apparently, it's for mooses!
Lots of academic articles, mostly about animals!
https://www.google.com/search?safe=o...60.I3Yx394o2aw
Don't suppose you've got your buttock measurements? THIS site might help...
Let me be the first to congratulate you on still 'being with us,
25 pints per day,,crikey!
"Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. The third time it's enemy action."
'Populism, the last refuge of a Tory scoundrel'.
25 pints a day! Blimey, even 20 years ago that must have cost a fortune!
Cheers..
Jase
Sorry, I don’t think a calculation can be done but at my biggest, I was 6’ 2”, 48” waist and 54” chest. At that, I was 24st + a bit.
Based on that, I thought you would have been well in the 30’s....
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Based on your size you must have been in the 40 stone range
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Cheers! I started early at 11, persuading my parents to bring sherry in for the 'teachers' at the end of term... By 14, my party trick was a bottle of whiskey down in one... By 16 we were brewing 96 pints a week in the loft space of our school boarding house. Who said public schools were a waste of money?
I stopped totally for 5 years but then got bored explaining myself so now just make sure I'm driving so I can only have the one.
Which boarding school did you go to?
25 pints of Guinness a day?
£4 a pint (if you’re lucky!)
£700 a week
Eek 😬
A dreadful place called Stancliffe Hall and then onto Repton, sadly the same place as that awful Jeremy Clarkson.
On the brighter side, Roald Dahl, Harold Abrahams, Basil Rathbone and me!
In my youth I was carried off a train at Waterloo, wearing the old school tie, distinctly worse for wear and I'm told an old boy opined how typical it was of an old Reptonian.
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I seem to remember it was £1.90 a pint when I quit but I was easily spending £60 a day in the pub, day in, day out. 60 fags a day too, can't be drinking like an idiot without smoking like one too. Luckily I was a 'high functioning' alcoholic so could afford it. Always the first into the office, even if it meant just showering and turning back round!
I'm very aware I'm lucky to be turning 50 very shortly.
Those numbers in themselves are pretty incredible. You were not even 30, wow! I’m sure you could write a book about this. What are you weighing in at now if you don’t mind me asking?
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My Brother in law is about that but shorter, think he said he was 32 stone.
Interesting thread! What's the state of play today? Congrats on still being on the planet.
If I could remember much of the 90's, a book would have been good, it was fairly mad!
I think I racked up 14 arrests for d&d, 1 for assaulting a police officer (self defence), 1 for criminal damage (I got onto the roof of a Peugeot hemmed in by traffic at Piccadilly who's occupants were shouting abuse at me and tap danced on it). I moved to a house secured for a shotgun in the mid 90's and went to apply for a certificate, it didn't end well. To my shame, and I always tried to pay, I was admitted to A&E 9 times by ambulance.
One of my proudest is having spent a night locked up in the Tower of London! All I can say is don't go drinking in the Yeoman Warders bar...
I'm just under 20 stone, got to a 40" waist and then slowly crept up to 42". There's probably about 3 stone of excess flesh around my middle that only risky surgery would fix.
Thanks. I'm lucky in having friends that didn't want to see me dead.
State of play today and for the last 20 years is that I stick to the drink drive list on the whole. If I 'feel' the alcohol, I put my drink down and that's it, scares the bejesus out of me that I could go on another session as it would likely prove fatal.
I'd been sober for 9 or so months when Oliver Reed died, something of a misguided hero, and the session that night nearly did for me. The most galling thing is that I woke up at home on a sofa with two scantily clad nubiles opposite on the other sofa and I've absolutely no memory of the evening past 8pm. Doh!
Well, you do look very dapper! Your story reminds me of this book....a very entertaining read.
Sellers - Hellraisers: The Life and Inebriated Times of Burton, Harris, O'Toole and Reed
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