Posts Tagged: weight loss

It has been a while since I’ve posted about my race for less of me. I defintely ran into some trouble, I had stopped seeing negative numbers, not that I was seeing positive ones, I just wasn’t gaining or losing. People had said that it was just my plateau, however, I think I have to disagree. The wall I hit was me, I relaxed how closely I was watching what I eat, there were defintely some days when I didn’t enter a complete day’s worth of food and other days when I didn’t enter anything at all. After a little recorrection, I think I’m back on track.

I have been really looking forward to crossing the 10% body weight margin.

Along those lines and following the steps of a couple of friends ahead of me, I thought I would confess what everyone already knew and I would act indifferent too–as well, I am purposing a plan. I’m overwieght. Not festively plump, not big-boned, not even the baby-fat excuse can ward of the truth. I’m overweight. Alright. First step done, eleven to go, right? Anyways, I think that I have a great life with a wife who is a better person than I deserve; beacuse of these things, I want to prolong my life as long as possible. I enjoy my work too much, I’m too content, and too excited about the future to risk all of that for the immediate pleasure and enjoyment of what goes in my cake-hole (ironically, it’s not usually cake, more likely it had been a burger).

More recently and thanfully, something terrible happened. My dad, who I love and adore, was admitted to the hospital with a two blood clots in his lungs. I’m not sure I’ll ever forget the feeling of absolute terror and dread that seeped through my body on that drive up to see him. All the things I wanted him to be around for, all of the things we had to do together and all of the things I was afraid I hadn’t said enough of–they all tumbled in my head on that horrible drive. Thankfully, my dad is doing very well now, he might even say better than before he went into the hospital.