Well, there it is. It is difficult to even type those numbers on this blog. But, I am committed to putting all of my pain and all of my successes on the table. That number is both good and bad. Good because I weighed myself as I was leaving this morning for work, fully clothed and outfitted with all of my crap... and I am sure that my phone and money weigh at least five pounds, it's a big stack and a big phone! Good because as depressing as that number sounds, it is still about 10 pounds less than I was a month ago! Bad because two weeks ago I was 297.2 and swore that I would not weigh more than 300 ever again in my life. Bad because I never thought when I was battling diverticulitis three years ago and had colon surgery that I would ever go through this again! I weighed 260 at the time and when I left the hospital I was determined to keep losing.
Okay, okay. I am not painting a pretty picture of my willpower. It would appear that my best moments over the last 10 years involved contests and wagering! But, I don't want to win any money this time. As my brother told me today, there comes a moment when you just say I am doing this. Not I hope to do this. And, that is where I am at.
My low point? Or, high point as it may be. 318 pounds. At least that was the highest weight I ever saw on a scale. That was in the Spring of 2006. I started our version of the Biggest Loser at work, finished second, and lost a little more than 20 pounds. I continued to do well through the summer and even lost a few pounds on our vacation to Las Vegas and Los Angeles. I was about 275 when I started having stomach issues. I won't go in to those issues here, but I ended up hovering between 265-270 over the next 9 months. I went in to my colon surgery feeling as good as I had felt in years. Recovered extremely quickly. Walked around the hospital like a maniac. I left the hospital at around 260 and was ready to get on with my life.
Not sure why I am providing that history. Maybe it serves as a reminder to not have any lulls. To not have any weeks where I fall off this path because it is difficult to find again.
So, some details... I walked on the treadmill for a minute longer than last night... 36 instead of 35. I was worried that I may have pushed too much last night but I felt really good. I burned 80 more calories and walked .32 of a mile farther. I shot hoops again for about 15 minutes and had far more energy than last night. And, I added a new goal to this journey. While I have little cartiledge left in my right knee, that is only a minor reason for me hanging up my sneakers. The bigger reason is that I couldn't get up and down the court for fear of having a heart attack. And, while I may never join a men's league again, I vowed tonight that I will play a game of basketball, full court, again!
I wanted to thank those who have commented to me via Facebook, this blog, or in person. I really do appreciate the support. And, not that I am greedy... but I am hoping to be under 300 again in the morning. Will let you know tomorrow night...