I have had a lot of people ask me one question lately.
“What is that shirt you have on? Let me read it.” (Think shirt blog)
Ok, two questions.
How much weight have you lost?
About 50 pounds.
In late June/early July I was again at my heaviest, around 255 pounds. In November when I last weighed myself, I was 207. In December of 2011, I also was around 250. If you look back, you can see in December I had lost about 15 pounds at the end of the month.
But wait. You said 240 pounds in June on your drivers license and on this blog!
Yes I did. I was ashamed.
And you see, that’s what being heavy is for me (and I would guess a lot of people): embarrassing, shameful, regretful, awful. I was all of those things every single day. Even when I didn’t show it, I was. Worst of all there was no one to blame but myself.
People say any number of things to justify their behavior, to justify bad habits, to give reasoning to something unreasonable. We all know ourselves better than anyone knows us. We know exactly what to say to ourselves that will allow us to skip a workout, eat a bad meal, slack off. It doesn’t take much convincing when you know exactly what emotional card to deal yourself.
If you look back at what I documented on this blog, you can see the weight coming off from December to February. It was all diet. I was trying to eat better, quit eating out, and lose weight; those were my goals. You can see in June I gained it all back and was failing—again. To be honest, I don’t even know where that time went.
Some things to think about that don’t pertain to the “number,” as weight is so commonly referred to: Those shorts I’m wearing in the first and second pictures don’t even fit. They fall off. The swim trunks I wore in Dec 2011 didn’t fit in Dec 2012. They fell to the floor. I couldn’t tie them That first shirt is an XXL. I wore those for a a long time. None of them fit anymore. Here is a picture of an old XXL that I found in my pile. I am stronger and have better endurance now than I have ever had.
I am not perfect. I don’t eat perfectly every day. I don’t make it to the gym everyday. But I am improving, learning, and getting better at it. You see, it took years to develop the bad habits, the weight, the mentality. It’s going to take years to get out of it as well.
Want to learn more about it? Email Me. I will give you as much information about how I did it, what I am doing now, and my plans for the future.