“Running from the past, toward a better future … one step at a time.” – me
On the last day of August, I wrote that I had reached a milestone of hitting the 60-pound mark for total weight lost.
Here I am, with 30 days later, with more good news:
Chalk up another 10 pounds.
I continue to amaze myself.
As I write this, I tip the scale at 211.8 pounds. Nine months ago, that number was much higher — 70.6 pounds higher, 282.4.
That was a different me.
That was someone who wasn’t happy. Someone who didn’t care what he ate. Someone who didn’t own a scale, let alone wanted to step on one. That was someone who was content being grossly overweight and didn’t want to put in the effort to change.
That was a person with which I am ashamed I let myself become.
Because today, at 211.8 pounds, I look back at the person I used to be with one simple question … why?
Why didn’t I care? Why didn’t I want to put forth the effort to become healthier and lighter? Why did the task seem so daunting?
Sure, the last 274 days have been an uphill battle. They’ve been stressful. They’ve been full of ups and downs. But one thing is for certain, each and every day has gotten me to this point.
And honestly, it’s been pretty easy. Cut out junk food. Drink less alcohol. Be cognizant of the food I eat and be more active.
Why was this so hard 275 days ago?
The TimeHop app and Facebook’s “On This Day” recently have been both a blessing and a curse. The curse is for reasons explained earlier — I hate looking back at how much bigger I was and being disappointed because I let myself get that way. But it’s also a blessing, because I can see how bad and unhealthy I was and compare that to now.
So that’s where the quote from the beginning of this post comes in.
“Running from the past, toward a better future … one step at a time.”
That old me, the person from 275 days ago … that’s what I’m running from. I’m running from being nearly 300 pounds and the apathy I had toward wanting to change.
Not too long ago, my brother Ben asked me how far I wanted to take this … this New Me Journey.
I had to stop and think for a second. Initially, I wanted to reach 230. When I was 280+, I felt that would be a worthy, attainable goal. It is a point I figured I would feel healthy enough and good enough about myself to be content.
So my answer … as far as my body will let me. Eventually I’m going to even out — plateau as they say. But that’s OK. If I stay put hovering around 210 pounds, that’s fine with me, simply because that’s 90 pounds less than what I was when I was at my heaviest (301 in March 2015).
Ultimately, though, I’d like to have my weight start with the number 1.
Hell, I’ve gone this far, why not?
If, and once, the weight loss tapers off, the running will not. I’ve signed up to run the River City Rat Race 10K in Fort Wayne on Oct. 23, and the IndyMini in May. So I have at least those two races to look forward to.
Seeing the progress I’ve made in these last nine months has been nothing short of amazing. To go from XXL shirts to XL (and I even bought a large shirt the other day!), as well as a 42-40-size waist down to a 36-34-size waist has been the best part (although my wallet will suggest otherwise).
I cannot wait to see how far I can go as well as how much I can push — and also change — this body of mine.
Until next time …