This isn’t a post about self-pity, or even a “fishing” expedition. This is me, putting the truth to paper, or screen as it were.
Those of you who know me know that I have had a life-long struggle with my weight. I reached my peak weight my senior year in college. I have no idea what I weighed because I never set foot (or feet) on a scale. I assume it was around 220 lbs.
Immediately upon graduation I embarked on a weight-loss regimen. And boy was it successful. I was already noticeably thinner at my father’s marriage just a month later. I remember all the people coming up to me telling me how great I looked.
SN: Where are those people when someone is gaining weight? Seriously, our society would be a lot less fat if people would just be honest with one another. Take that as an invitation friends. You see me getting fatter EVER AGAIN, slap me upside my face and let me know.
Okay, rant over.
So, there I was losing weight like an animal. I got all the way down to 157 lbs. But I did it all the wrong way. I basically starved myself, worked out very little and didn’t give myself the tools necessary for long-term weight loss.
I have a vivid recollection of going out for Monday Night Football with some friends and a bunch of people I had never met. It was right after I had hit 157 lbs and I was feeling really good. So good that I gorged myself on every bit of fried deliciousness that menu had to offer. After dinner, my buddy Chris came up to me and told me one of the guys who had never met me before was shocked that I could eat like that and be so thin. Ha! Boy did I have him fooled. Except, the only person I was fooling was myself.
Slowly over the next few months and years I put the weight back on. Not all of it mind you, but a lot of it. I got back up to 190 lbs. That was when my then girlfriend (now wife) and I decided we were going to lose weight. And boy did we ever. Plus, we did it the right way: Exercising a ton, eating well, still indulging from time to time. It was awesome.
Then I went away to Rochester in the fall of 2008 to work on a campaign. Being away from my partner and my gym I fell back into my old bad habits. There was this awesome Italian deli right near our campaign headquarters and I would order every horrible thing they had on that menu. Ziti with meatballs, check! Ungodly large Italian-mixed subs, check! Chicken parm sandwiches with extra cheese, check! And I would eat every last ounce of them.
I put on enough weight that when I came home my same buddy Chris took one look at me and said “dude, you put on weight huh?” All I could do was sheepishly laugh and agree.
And that was it. Ever since then I’ve been slowly packing on the lbs, and occasionally taking them off, to the point that I now must be damn near where I was back in college. I wouldn’t know because again I don’t weigh myself (horrible, I know).
But that changes today. And I’m going to share the result with all of you. As of now, June 1st, 2012 I weigh 205 lbs.
So, why am I telling you all of this? Because I am weak. I have proven to myself time and time again that I can’t do this on my own. I need people to know what I’m doing, I need the motivation.
And that’s where you all come in. I’m not asking you to slap a burger out of my hand if you see me noshing on one, but you can feel free to steal the bun. I’m not asking you to take the beer out of my grasp if I happen to imbibe, but feel free to pour it on me when I reach for number two. I’m not asking you to never go out to dinner with me, but please remind me to get a to-go container and package up half of it right away. Most of all, I’m just asking you guys to look out for your fat, bald, and short buddy. I need it.
Thanks in advance for taking this journey with me.