I’ve been trying to convince myself that I need to cut back on the quantity of food I consume. If you’re a person that knows me well you’ll know that I usually eat just once a day. I’ll work a nine to ten hour day, not touching an ounce of food, with the exception of a minimum of three diet drinks, and I’ll go home and pig out. It’s not the healthiest way to live in the slightest.
A long time ago in high school I hit my peak weight at 268. I was a junior in high school at that, and wore a size 40 pants. I was 6’6” so it was easier to disguise a little bit of gut when you’re always wearing an over-shirt, jacket, and in general hide away from people. I ended up getting so self conscious that I went on a mini eating strike. I’d eat crackers to curve the horrible stomach pain, and went about a month and a half doing this. That was until I started to pass out randomly, had fainting spells, or genuinely lost motor control that resulted in a couple hospital trips. I dropped somewhere around 70 pounds within about a two, close to three month period of time. I unfortunately also had a few memorable moments passing out (nearly stabbing my eye out with a pencil) during senior proficiencies at my high school, and another where I wound up getting a cat scan as a result. Smacking my head on a desk, and then having my semi-conscious body wheeled out from an auditorium filled with 300 quite students taking a very important test tends to lead to some lasting memories. That month also happened to be my now ex-step brothers wedding that I took part in, and let’s just say right at the “I do”, I managed to hit the floor with my face. Not the greatest time in my life.
Anyway, I say this because I went on an extreme weight loss turned eating problem I’ve previously managed to keep the weight off for over four years. I held a steady body weight within 190-220 for the four years, and recently have started to balloon up. It started when my senior year of college, and continued soon after during a job transition until now where I’ve recently gone to the doctor for a pre-surgery health evaluation. I got a little bit of a smack in the face of my reality as I know I’ve gained weight, but didn’t realize how much. I now weight a whopping 258, and have a cholesterol level of 205. I was told nicely by my doctor to eat healthier, get my diet under control, and see him again in six months.
So after this weekend of disregard to diet for the last time I’m embarking on another diet crusade. This time, smarter, not stricter, and I’ll have to be careful to not do anything extreme to jeopardize my health for my surgery in two weeks. I’m going to commit to go back to the gym after the surgery as part of my physical therapy, I’m going to eat healthier, and try to start a life trend. It takes a short time to start habits, and a long time to break them. I’m going to start with a committed attitude, and thankfully I’ve always had the patience, and fortitude to keep what I’ve sworn to do going. So this shouldn’t prove any exception. Just need to commit to exercise, not rely on others to do that for me, which was the mistake I made previously with my work out partner. I’d use their absence as an excuse to not continue going. That was weakness on my part, and will be curbed.
Starting today I’m going to on a diet. No more fast food, no more high fat munchies, I’ve already switched to drinking only diet drinks, but I need to start eating healthy too. So today I wrote at a weight of 258, high cholesterol, and I make this known to my blog. This is a promise to me made public, and I’ll keep everyone abreast of the progress.
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