Monday, May 21, 2012
19 Months and 97 lbs.
Last summer I went to visit some family in Northern California and I weighed myself for the first time in several months. I was shocked and ashamed. I didn’t know scales went over 300 lbs and I came in at 312.5 lbs. which meant, since starting my big-boy job five or six months earlier, I gained an additional 40 lbs. Excuse me! What the hell was my problem? I was already too big when I was hired and, somehow, I managed to pack on an extra four bags of potatoes.
At the time I started an immediate quest to lose weight and I was somewhat successful. Over the next six months I lost 25 lbs. I was feeling pretty good about myself and I was comfortable with my rate of weight loss. Then the holidays arrived and I fell off the bandwagon and gained back eight of those pounds. Determined to make up for the setback of the holidays, I joined Weight Watchers and lost a mere six pounds.
Now my life is in such an awkward place that I can’t seem to find the motivation to eat properly, exercise, or even get enough sleep.
Turns out my body is in a rut. I’m in an even bigger rut and, as as much as I piss and moan about how much I HATE being fat, I don’t do anything to change it anymore.
Today marks the day I embark on the next year and a half of my life, here’s to losing 97 lbs.
Today’s Weight: 292 lbs
Goal Weight: 195 lbs
Current Loss: 0 lbs
Total Loss: 20 lbs