So, there is my fat face, looking at you on the right. I have pretty much always had a fat face, at least since I was aware of something called “weight” and that it meant something. Even after I walked the Appalachian Trail in 1990, and lost 35 pounds, I felt fat. My gut was saggy and it looked like I had a paunch, though I weighed about 180 pounds.
And so here we are today. I weigh a lot more than 180 pounds, I weigh more than you see me in that photo (though it is just two years old), and I have a lot to lose.
I’ve begun the process, which feels great, despite the little stumble last night.
Last night I was at my favorite pub, drinking some budgeted for beer, when someone brought the best smelling pizza you could ever imagine in the door. I asked the bartender, Mark, to kick those fuckers out, but he just smiled and warned me, “that’s what you get for trying to lose weight!” No, that’s what I get for gaining the weight in the first place. If I didn’t gain the weight, and I ate in a reasonable, disciplined way, then I could treat myself to a slice or two.
Instead I went totally off the wagon. A bender really. Hot. Small. Pizza. I tried to justify it a little by only drinking water. Water’s good! Water and a small pizza, not so much. The day after, today, I can admit that.
And that’s why I am starting this blog, to share my stories of struggle and success, because thus far (6 pounds down), I’ve had some success too. I want to share some of the tools I’m using to drop the pounds, what I’m learning during the journey. I invite you to join me too. Leave comments with your stories and tips. I’d like to hear about your struggle.
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