New Me Journey — “The only place success comes before work is in the dictionary.”

What a whirlwind it’s been.

When I started his journey Jan. 1, I had one goal in mind, one that I had nonchalantly been chasing and hoping to reach for almost two years.

That goal: to reach 230 pounds.

Now, nearly seven months ago I was just north of 281 pounds, so I knew it would take a lot of work to lose 51.

Early on the weight kept falling off. I surpassed 270, then 260. Before I knew it I got below 254, which was the lowest my weight I had been in my adult life.

At that pace (albeit I had some bad days here and there, I still do) I figured reaching 230 would be no problem.

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New Me Journey — The only constant is change

Now that things have for the most part slowed down at work, I can return to writing in this blog.

I had written in a previous post that it was sometime in March when I visually saw for the first time that my body was changing.

Sure, by then I had already tightened my belt a notch or two, but I never paid much attention to what my body actually looked like.

I happened to catch out of the corner of my eye my profile reflecting back at me in my bedroom mirror.

It confirmed what the extra notch on my belt had suggested, I was getting thinner.

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New Me Journey — It’s become fun to run

[This doubles as my column in the May 19 issue of The Commercial Review. I’ve added some more at the end to update since the column was published.]

For a vast majority of my life, the extent to which I ran took place on a softball diamond.

It was generally from one base to the next, maybe even two at a time. If I was lucky, I may even be able to run three bases.

And, if my teammates hit it far enough, I could circumnavigate the infield without fear of being tagged out and greet the guy at home plate with a high five for allowing me to strut around the base paths.

In short, I’m not a runner.

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New Me Journey — I will not be defined by a number

It’s kind of funny how we change as we get older; hold on to some insecurities and let go of others.

I used to be insecure about my weight — more specifically, talking about my weight.

Now, it is no big deal.

More than four months into this New Me Journey version 2.0, I have indeed become a “new me.” I’ve lost more than 30 pounds (that number almost reached 40, but I will touch on that later) and I fit into clothes I never thought I’d be able to wear again. I guess it’s a good I hang on to things.

I once weighed 301 pounds. At this moment, I’m 246.4.

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New Me Journey — When the good outnumbers the bad

(note: I started writing this on April 19, but had gotten busy with work, then I got sick and it took a back-burner. Later in the post you’ll see where I pick up to present day.)

Raise your hand if you’ve heard this phrase before:

“Losing weight is not easy.”

You may put your hand down now.

For those who are oblivious, I have been on a journey to create a new me. It was widely publicized about a seven weeks ago that I had been making pretty good process. It started with me losing 40 pounds in a year, then on April 10 that total weight loss hit 50 pounds.

April 10 I stepped on the scale and weighted 251 pounds, a far cry (and seemingly a different person) from March 2015 when I was 301. At that moment (April 10) I had weighed less than I had at any previous point in my adult life.

Man, I was feeling good.

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New Me Journey — What a year it’s been

On March 8, 2015, I had to go to the doctor to get a couple prescriptions updated.

As part of the normal check-up, as is with every visit to the doctor’s office, I had to step on the scale.

It was a number I didn’t like. (honestly, is there anyone who really does like the number they see when they step on a scale?)

But I didn’t do much to change the number I saw.

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Column: Line Drives — New Me Journey will be difficult

[This is my column in the March 26 issue of The Commercial Review. Note: This may be nothing new to the normal readers of my blog — especially this week — but it wasn’t for the readers at my newspaper.]

I’ve been relatively private about some of the goings on in the last few weeks.

But I feel it’s time to shed some light on a relatively big life decision.

Have no fear; I’m not leaving the Jay County area. I have no plans of going elsewhere in the foreseeable future.

Three years ago, I did something similar to “The Biggest Loser” at a local gym in my hometown. A friend of mine had lost more than 50 pounds doing the “Body Challenge,” so I thought I would give it a shot.

If he could do it, why couldn’t I?

It was going to be fun. I had joined with a dozen or so of my friends, that way we could hold each other accountable and attend the class sessions with one another. None of us had to go at it alone, because everyone knows we are more likely to go to the gym and work out if we have someone to go with us.

Good in theory, right?

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