Do you hear that wheezing, as the fat man lurches up the steps?
Do you see the goalie lying on the ground in bewilderment as the other team scores because the goalie’s back has seized up?
Do you see the man whose joints can’t stand the pounding of his overweight body?
That was me, 23 pounds ago.
It’s amazing to think that, when I finished university, my weight ballooned up to 260 pounds. Maybe I was flush with money, with a new relationship, with a job and no time for sports. Maybe I just lost control. Once I reached 260, however, I decided it was time to get a hold on myself, my life and my weight.
My old job came with a workout room that had just what I needed: an exercise bike. I would go in at 4:30 in the morning, ride the bike for a half-hour and then shower and go to work. I didn’t change anything about my eating habits, though, and I stalled out pretty quickly.
My new job (new, as in, I’ve only been here two and a half years) is close enough so I can bike to work, also has a workout room and doesn’t demand quite the same amount of time as my old job.
So, I’m living healthy, dropping some fat, gaining some tone on my legs but one thing is keeping me from turning the corner.
I still haven’t changed my eating habits.
I play soccer. It’s good, it’s good for me and I love it. But it is still way too hard on my joints. I want to be able to play soccer and hockey in one day and not have to take the next three or four days off. Weighing less will help me with that.
I am also not impressed with the way I look. My belly flops over my belt, my back-fat is an ever-present nemesis and I would be happy if those things were not there.
So, I’ve decided that I will:
a)keep track of the things that I am eating for a week and then develop a plan from there
b)start running (actually, I started a week ago)
c)enter The Biggest Loser challenge with my wife
d)keep track of my progress, my methods and my thoughts here.
So far, so good. I’m 237 pounds and my end goal is 192 pounds.
Wish me luck!