Two 40 pound bags of dog food

Well, here I am, in the blog-o-sphere. Why am I here? I guess because everyone else is as well. Well, no, that’s not true, I know at least one person who isn’t. Anyway, why the blog?

It’s a long story, but here’s the short version. My pants are a bit snug! I lost over eighty pounds before I got married. To put that into perspective, go to PetSmart and pick up two forty¬† pound bags of food or litter. All of those little fat cells! In the five and a half years since then, I put sixty-five of that back on. A little here, a little there. What’s the reason? Oh, there are many: my work schedule; all the traveling I do for work; it’s too damn hot in the summer to go out and do anything (yes, I know, I made the choice to move to Phoenix); and lots of other things. But what does it really all biol down too? I’ve been lazy, and made poor choices when I eat.

So, this past week, after a trip to see a client that resulted in me having to drive half an hour to buy a new pair of pants when I split the seat in my pants I was putting on, I realized something has to change. I can’t keep going this way. So, now I am back at it, since Tuesday, August 17th. It’s a good day, my brothers birthday, and one whole year since he’s been cancer free. If he can make the changes in his life that he has, I sure as hell can loose some weight. I love ya bro, and you inspire me.

When I met my wife, and we were still dating, my diet consisted of McDonald’s. That’s about it. Two double quarter-pounders with cheese, two supersize fries, and a diet coke. Yes, I see the hypocrisy, you don’t need to point it out. She talked me into joining Weight Watchers. She said she liked me, and wanted me to stick around for a while (meaning of course, get a little healthier). They teach you a lot at Weight Watchers, but I think the most important thing I learned is: One Pound at a Time, hence the name of my blog.

It’s been over six years now since I stepped into a McDonald’s. I am sure they don’t miss me anymore, the guy at the drive through window got to know me pretty good. Like I said, I lost over eighty pounds, and I felt good. I even bought a pair of pants at Target! That was a great feeling, this was right before our wedding, and I was feeling great. I did wear those pants for a bit, but I have since outgrown them again.

Shopping at a big and tall store is expensive! Two pair of boxer shorts can run twenty-five dollars. That starts adding up. Everything is priced at a premium, because, guess what, they have a captive audience! My goal is to be able to shop at Target, or Costco, or where ever the hell I want to, not just in a small selection of stores. My wife is going to laugh when she reads that, cause she knows how much I HATE to shop for clothes for myself.

So now I find myself at my new starting weight: 365 pounds, one for each day of the year. How much do I want to loose? I don’t know yet, enough to where I feel good, and my various doctors are happy with me. I am pre-diabetic and my blood pressure is up. For each ten pounds I loose, my life expectancy goes up some X number of years. And this is why I am doing this blog. I know that the more support I have, the better I do, so I am counting on all of you, to help me through the difficult times, and cheer with me the dropped pounds. Stay tuned!

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3 Responses to Two 40 pound bags of dog food

  1. Lisa says:

    I am with you JB! As a matter of fact, I will do it with you!!!!! YOU INSPIRE ME!!!
    You CAN do it!

  2. Jennifer says:

    Hey you! I am so proud of you! It is a long hard journey to Lose weight but I am happy you are making the choice. I have dropped 83 pounds in the last year and a half but still have about 30-50 to go. I will work with you on this! Good luck and keep it one day at a time! Take care!

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