Wednesday, September 25, 2013
So, that was a reality check. Not that I really needed one; my weight isn't any more surprising to me than it would be to anyone that's been following me around for the last five months (don't think I haven't seen you hiding in the bushes). But it's still sobering.
May 8th, I weighed 239.4 pounds. It was my first, and last, day in the 'Overweight' range. Then I just stopped...everything, really. I had some things happening in my personal life, but even when I got my life back on track I couldn't get the healthy habits back on track. It was too much good food, good wine, good beer, good booze. I made a few half-hearted efforts to start running again (and a decent three-quarter-hearted effort), but the last month or so has really been a slog.
I'm humbled, which isn't such a terrible thing. I lost 130 pounds in seven months last year and it gave me a feeling of invincibility. But I'm not invincible. I'm good at losing weight, sure - in fact, I've got one hell of an ability to both gain and lose weight. But I'm clearly not great at maintaining. I'm a lot like a recovering addict (despite my distaste for analogizing weight loss). I can kick the stuff, but I have to be vigilant and keep an eye on what I do or else BAM!, full relapse.
So now what? I go back to what worked. I track everything I eat. I exercise 5-6 days a week. I COME ON SPARKPEOPLE AND TALK TO YOU FINE PEOPLE. I know, I pushing three bills again, but I said I'd never see that number again, and I'd hate to be a liar. Plus, the one bonus of going completely on the rails is that those first few weeks are just going to be losing pounds hand over fist (what does that even mean?). So, yeah, sorry other BLC23 teams.