Yesterday morning (well, as I write this, this morning), at 9:45 a.m., I stepped on the scale at my weekly Weight Watchers meeting.
For the last 6 weeks, I’ve been trying to maintain my current weight, which has been a real trick since I’ve vacationed in Washington, D.C., served as best man at a friend’s wedding, and spent a couple of days (and evenings) at my brother’s house on the West side, where (and they belong to Weight Watchers, too) the food is abundant — and delicious.
Last weekend was the toughest: I gained 3.8 pounds, right after the wedding and two days of painting a house for my brother. I was .8 pounds over goal, which is not too bad when you consider that I have a 2 pound leeway (which means I can weigh as much as 176 pounds).
This week… well… I weighed in at: 169 pounds. Huzzah!
I no longer have to pay for Weight Watchers meetings. Since January 7th of this year, I’ve lost a total of 76.8 pounds (41 weeks, for an average weekly weight loss of 1.87 pounds), lost 8 inches from my waistline, dropped one or two sizes in shirts (depending on manufacturer), and more. My sleep apnea is gone; I now sleep through the night peacefully. In fact, I now have a hard time waking in the morning, since I get into such a deep sleep. And my blood chemistry is now well within normal, healty guidelines. Glorious.
Further, I can now walk vast distances again, just like I used to do in high school. (My father, may he not be spinning in his grave — like a lathe) used to call this mode of transportation “shank’s mare,” translated as the “leg’s horse.”
What a kidder, he.
More importantly here is that I have learned a lot of new behaviors and habits, a ton about grocery shopping, and even more about what why processed food frequently is unhealthy, and what to watch for when shopping.
Let me tell you, it’s been an eye-opener; I won’t go into it here.
Now, I don’t write this to boast or brag; far from it: I write this because I want to bring hope to those who feel that they’re hopelessly overweight and could never get to a healthy place and weight in their lives. Hey: if *I* could do it, so can you. I was the worst of the bunch. Well, close to it, OK? You get the picture. I had some pretty severe habits — that I’m glad are gone — and I’m on a much healthier path now than I was just a few short years ago.
And it was all a matter of choice — and truly wanting to make a change in my life. That’s all it took. Honestly.
OK, all of that in the last paragraph and a little fear, OK? I was getting scared of my family history with heart disease and diabetes, me being an old fart and all. I didn’t want to end up on a slab a few years too early, ya know?
Now, if I don’t want to pay for a Weight Watchers meeting, all I have to do is weigh in once a month at 176 pounds or less. I’ll post that monthly weigh-in here, too; it’ll help keep me honest. It’ll look like this, for now: my weight, followed by the difference between my weight and my Weight Watchers goal weight.
Today, it would look like this:
[169 / -5.0] That means that my weight is 169 pounds, and I’m 5 pounds under my Weight Watchers goal weight. (Note: my personal target weight was 172 pounds, which is what I weighed the day I graduated from Rocky River High School way back in… well, you get the picture; then I decided that my personal target should be a total loss of 75 pounds instead, so the target became 170.8 pounds… then…)
So I like 170 pounds; it’s a nice, round number. I feel good, I’m looking OK, and my blood work is where it should be.
Now, I need to learn how to eat more in a day so that I can break the current habit of weight loss and maintain my weight instead of losing it. In a way, that can be scarier than looking at 75 pounds to lose…
[169 / -5.0]