On a positive note, with today’s “official” weigh-in, the scale reads 183lbs. My starting weight, back on February 26, 2020 was 375lbs. I am up 1lb from last week for a total 192 lbs.
Am I disappointed that I went up a pound? Yes.
Is it unexpected? Not really. Last week I had nearly a 7 pound drop which was unusual at this point in my journey, so I had a feeling I was going to have a week or two with no loss, and going up 1 pound isn’t really all that much.
Still, there is disappointment, and the way to handle that disappointment is to look back at the entire journey. Today, I made a new book trailer, and it was in reviewing old video and pictures that wiped away any disappointment, and brought back not solely satisfaction, but encouragement that even though this can be viewed as a “set-back,” I have come a long, long way and I will continue to move forward to my final goal of 175lbs.
I can not get bogged down by a bump in the road, because as I have often written of the war with obesity, which I term the bastard. Some battles I’ve won, some the bastard has won. Vigilance and consistency are the keys. Unfortunately, there is really never a moment to let down our guards, to do so, gives the bastard leverage, and an opening to move into the lead.
This week the scale is not so much adored. It is a definite teller of truth and the truth it tells this week is to remain vigilant. Because this past week I did something different. I had 3 bottles of beer on with my “free meal” last Friday. In addition to beer being full of useless carbohydrates, it is also alcoholic, and alcohol is a systemic depressant. More than likely, that impacted my metabolism this past week, slowing it down, causing this temporary move up.
I view this as a war, and the bastard obesity wins some battles, we win others. A lost battle is not the end of the war. We must not quit, even when that seems like the best option. Trust me, I understand. As I have said, the last battle the bastard had won, I really thought was the last. A year ago, I was ready to completely give up and succumb to the sloth and gluttony which consumed me. Yet, over the last year I re-learned important lessons:
don’t get discouraged
do remain consistent
do keep focused on your goal
do push to live a better life
In January of 2020, at 56 years of age, I allowed my weight to soar above 375lbs.
In January of 2020, each and every day of my pathetic life was a living hell.
In January of 2020, I was certain the bastard obesity had won the war.
I labored hefting my bulk to get up from a sitting position.
I became winded trudging the few steps from bedroom to bathroom.
I struggled to climb a flight of stairs; hell, I had difficulty going down them.
In January of 2020, I was ready to completely give up, to give up on myself, to give up on life, and to give up living.
In January of 2020, defeated, downtrodden, depressed, and believing I was ready to actually do more than simply give up, I considered taking an action that could not be undone. It was on that day I recorded the first half of the below video. The second half begins in February of 2020, when I realized I wasn’t ready to give up — but instead was again ready to go into battle against the bastard obesity, and once again attempt to undo my obesity.