I am halfway there in terms of time gone by (6 months). However, I am a little shy on the scale as to where I had hoped to be. Last Wednesday was the official 6 month anniversary from when I started this “journey”.
“Now in this corner, weighing in at 275 lbs“… Yes, that’s right, every time I step on the scale I hear Michael Buffer announcing my name and current weight as if I am entering the ring to battle Mike Tyson in his prime. In all honesty, being disciplined enough to battle against the food war on a daily basis does on occasion feel like a heavyweight fight. The key is when you do get knocked down… get right back up. Have a day eating way too much and didn’t go to the gym… be sure to get back on track the very next day. My record in the past had been more like… screw up on Wednesday… NO PROBLEM…. Let’s enjoy thru the weekend and start again on Monday.
So I have shed 45 pounds in 6 months. Not too bad. I realize some may think this is a fantastic result. I had planned to be down 60, six months in. Now, it’s not all doom and gloom. I am much happier with the way I look and more importantly, feel. Having more energy was one of my primary motivations to being able to spend quality time with Matthew. And being able to get up off the couch without having to rock back and forth or use one or both hands to push up is a great change of pace. But I did set a goal of 100 pounds in one calendar year. When I laid out my yearly goals, I estimated the first half of the year to lose a larger percentage. Partly due to the weight coming off quicker in the beginning, and also due to the natural difficulty of staying focused through an entire year.
My wife has asked me if it takes me an additional 2 or 3 months to reach my goal, would it really matter in the long run? The easy answer is no. However I WANT to reach the goal within the time frame I originally established. It may be my ego, it may be my competitive nature. Either way, I am planning on stepping up my game.
I have had some days that I feel I’m spending time obsessing over what I need to eat, or how long should I work out, or do I need to change what I am doing. Sometimes I hear commercials for a diet pill or new research of a weight loss breakthrough. I start to waver and think there has got to be better way, an easier way. The fact of the matter is, it’s not easy. There is no quick fix. What I am doing is working… Keep plugging away.
So now I have managed to convince myself that the next six months will be easier. For one, it’s now part of my daily routine. In addition, I feel guilty when I don’t get to the gym or over-eat. But more importantly than anything, I feel like I have momentum on my side. I think about how great I will feel at 50 and 60 lbs lost. And how proud I will be to tell people when they asked that I have dropped 75 or 80 lbs. And most importantly I envision myself “now weighing in at 220 lbs“.
I haven’t been at that weight since my freshman year at Radford. Yet I can visualize it. And I can see myself strolling through the streets of Italy at the end of the summer loving life because I did reach my goal.