It’s day 3 of my latest significant push to lose weight. I’m not in new territory.
This already has been a 15 year struggle. My first big push was at 27, when after 3 years of drinking and eating in japan, I weighed in at a puffy 196. One of my parents friends told me I was gaining too much weight, and that triggered action. Ieliminated dessert and “seconds” and returned to my great athletic passion — Ultimate Frisbee. I dropped 29 pounds. Then I met Nina who still jogged me into the ground on our first date. Luckily she agreed to marry me a few years later.
5 years later, after the go-go 90s, a period in which I’d bought, sold and closed my first companies, I crossed the 200 pound threshold. I rationalized it this way:
“I just had my first kid and laying off 150 people was very stressful.”
Unfortunately when I read Fucked Company descriptions of me that included “chubby, flabby, and fat” I knew that my rationalizations were irrational. I rallied, tried a no-carb approach, played some basketball, a ate a lot less and lost 15 pounds to get to a new low of 186. Acceptable but not thin.
3 years later I stepped on the scale at my first physical in years and was back to the painfully familiar 196. After my physician took a detailed history, he pronounced me very healthy. “However,” he said, you should lose 20 pounds.”
Daunting. So much so that I’m 2 years overdue for my next physical. After I saw my doctor, some good and bad things happened to me. Through it all I ate. You know my type. I’m from the family species that plans dinner during lunch. I learned to eat when I was happy, sad, excited, angry, even and especially bored.
Anyway, cut to November 4th 2008 — an historic and fantastic day. I weighed in at 207.
I have always admired the fatbloggers. I have struggled for years to write this post. I’d love to write that this feels cathartic, but let’s reserve that label for the magic number – 177.