My battle with weight loss…
I don’t remember being a fat kid until I moved to Washington in the summer of 1981. At least, I don’t think I was a pudgy kid. I probably wasn’t super skinny or anything, but I doubt I was overweight. Something happened when we moved to Washington. Maybe it all had to do with the new environment and that I wasn’t getting outside as much as I used to. Perhaps it was my discovery of food and that I really liked it (I wonder where Torsten gets that from). Or was it that I started to sneak food even when I was told that I shouldn’t be eating anymore–I’m talking stupid things like taking a frozen pizza and trying to heat it with a heating pad stupid. I’m sure it couldn’t have tasted that good, but I ate it anyway.
By the time junior high rolled around, I was rolling to. Rolling towards being a tub of lard, that is. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t try very hard to get rid of it either. I still played sports, but other than those activities I probably didn’t do much but lie around the house, read, listen to music, and eat.
I was pretty tubby until high school when I grew upwards (instead of outwards) and started to lose weight. And weight I did lose. I went from like 5’6″ 205 pounds to 6′ 155 pounds by the time I was a senior in high school. I loved it and stayed really pretty skinny. In fact, I used to think I was fat back then and I’d probably drive my friends mad asking them if they thought I looked fat.
My mission didn’t cause any weight gain. That was pretty easy. I was always walking somewhere and I didn’t eat a ton of junk while I was away in Germany. College wasn’t bad. I did a ton of walking there and stayed away from packing on the pounds. I’m not sure when exactly, but by the time I got married, I was slowly starting to slather blabber all over my body and it would continue that way.
Now it is 2008 and I don’t really like the way I look. Sure, there are people out there much larger than me, but so what. I don’t like the way I look. The problem is, I like food, too! So, I need to do something about this. I started Weight Watchers online with Jen about the second week of January and I’ve lost 10 pounds. Now some of you might think that is good for a month (and it is), but I lost five pounds that first week and since then it has been slow going.
I’m trying not to be to disappointed since 10 pounds is a good start. I feel as if I’m consciously trying to eat better and more importantly to eat less and not a bunch of crap like I used to. I need to get back to walking now that my blisters have gone away. I got some major blisters right after I started exercising again and the pain of being on the treadmill was too much for me.
So, here we are. First week of February and I’ve lost 10 pounds. June is coming fast and so is Hawaii. I’d like to lose another 20 before we go, but who knows. If I lose 1 or 2 pounds a week, that is possible, but I need to have better weeks than a net lose of 0.5 pounds. Wow. The thing is, I didn’t even use all my points (flex points that is). Do I cut out the flex points altogether? If I use up all my points in a week does that mean I will actually gain weight? Who knows? All I know is that my pants are feeling looser and I feel the plan is working.
A major issue with my eating though is I eat when I’m stressed and as a teacher, I seem to come home many nights super-stressed or pissed-off. So, instead of drinking coffee, knocking back a few brewski’s with the wife, or taking some elegants puffs from a cancer stick, I turn to one of my oldest friends–Food. This is what I have to watch-out for and not let sneak back up on me.
Hopefully, I can do it.
