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!