It's not just diet, it's lifestyle. The heaviest I ever got was 197. When I got laid off in 2004, I weighed 183.
Since then, I've acquired two dogs (who get one long walk (average 3 miles), plus 3-4 short walks (1/4 to 1/2 miles each) per day), gotten rid of a wife who wanted nothing more to do with me, and moved up the hill to Flagstaff from Scottsdale, where I can spend a LOT more time outside on my feet and moving around instead of parked on my a$$.
I drink a couple of beers a couple of times per week, otherwise water, tea and smoothies. I mostly eat stir-fry with GABA-activated brown rice, with one cook giving me 3-4 meals (only one chicken breast or one boneless pork chop goes into each stir-fry).
I now weigh 140, and have been stable at that weight for 3 years.
Giving up hard liquor and wine was easy. Giving up daily beers was kind of tough.
But giving up cookies, when some of my medical marijuana strains are total munchie starters? Geez, but that's been a REAL beatch!