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A Fat Man’s Journey from Fat to Fit (Again), Part 2

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Continued from Part 1.

Intellectually, I realize that not every week is going to be the epitome of weight loss Xanadu. But last week sucked. I know it and if I try to tell myself it was fruitful, I’d be lying to you and worse, to myself. I slipped, twice last week. I went out and had some dinners that were way off the charts. Granted, I’ll admit, they were less than my usual umpteen-zillion-calorie meals, but they were, nonetheless, not ideal for me.Steve at a concert for one of his clients along with a friend.

As a result, I am certain I didn’t have any weight loss. I was far too depressed to go and weigh in. There were some positives, though. I did transition from walking, which was killing my shins, to a gym. I have now changed up my routine to include cardio at the beginning of my workout, to get me warmed up, followed by a series of weights, both free and Nautilus, to round out my exercise regimen.

I have taken on this journey, mainly, by myself. I have no motivator, other than myself. I think I need a hot chick dangling her clothes in front of me to drop each time I do another rep. Not sure my wife would like that, but I sure as hell would be motivated. Then again, there may be some laws that might come into play if that were to happen.

The truth is, I do need some motivation at times.

The extra push to go.

The extra push to say I can do it.

This week a friend recommended stomach bypass surgery. Though I think that for some folks it is a godsend, I can’t even consider it. First, I hate going under the knife. Been there, got that t-shirt. Second, this journey is about me changing my life, my outlook, and my soul. Something about the thought of having to resort to a surgical procedure to get me to stop eating would cause me even more distress. The fact that I would have to admit defeat is unacceptable.

I understand this is going to be a very tough, very uphill fight. As I said, intellectually, I understand I am going to have bad days and weeks. I think, though it sucks, I’m OK with that. I’m not OK with cutting my big ol’ gut open, or however it’s done, to bypass my natural organ and get me to slow my intake down.

So for the time being…no surgery.

1984:

My mother was preparing some food in our kitchen. I had just eaten a sandwich about a half hour ago, and I was sufficiently full.

“I’m making some cookies; there are a few over there on the counter. Help yourself,” said my mother.Mom's delicious cookie!

“I’m all set, mom,” I replied.

She turned and gave me a half look, “But, they’re fresh.” She actually looked a bit hurt.

“I know, mom, but I just ate and I’m full.”

“Nonsense, everyone has room for a cookie or two,” she said.

And, as she poured a giant glass of whole milk, and placed five or six cookies on a plate and shoved them at me, I relented and ate the cookies. Mom was only doing what a good mom does. Taking care of her cub. It was sweet, normal, and nice. The problem is that this was a very common occurrence. And it wasn’t just cookies. Brownies, cakes, pies, popcorn balls, buttered popcorn, and other assorted delights were in abundance. They were all amazing, cooked with love, butter, sugar and shortening. Delicious. Fattening.

Now, as I have stated before, at that age, I was very healthy. I ran, played, I was an athlete. But this set up an eating habit that couldn’t be sustained into adulthood. I was learning to eat heavy, rich, delicious foods. Those types of foods are fine, in moderation and about once a month. Unfortunately, they were an everyday thing in my house.

It set up my eating structure for the rest of my life, thus far. My own cooking included butter, oils, and sugars. And not just a little. I can easily prepare a meal with a pound of butter. Yes, one meal with a pound of butter. My food is as good as any restaurant you go to.

Therein lies the problem.

Today:

I am sitting at the computer writing this, wondering what it is I did to get to this point. I think I may have had some help along the way, but the way I eat, or have eaten, is not for me to blame on others. I am a well-educated, intelligent person. I know that stuffing fats and sugars down my throat is going to cause me to gain weight. I know that sitting on my ass, doing nothing except watching TV is going to have a negative effect on my health. But I did nothing about it.

Steve with His Clients, Craving LucyUntil now.

So, I know it’s going to be a struggle. I know that not every day is going to be a victory. I can only do my best, limit my failures, and continue to push forward through complacency and an underlying belief that I’m somehow not worth it.

I’m slowly but surely coming to the realization that I am worth it. I’m not complacent at all. I’m just at a crossroads. The key to choosing the right path is education and the knowledge that I can do this. There is nothing in the world that can stop me, except myself. There is nothing that can slow me down, except myself.

There is nobody, absolutely nobody that can stand in my way.

Except.

Me.

To be continued.

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  • Antown

    Hard to account for people with weak force will. So many people die from diseases associated with excess of weight. This is mainly cardiovascular diseases. Most often people start to eat a lot if they have problems they can not cope without the help of a specialist. Eating is one way to get rid of depression in the Modern World.

  • Glenn Contrarian

    Looks like somebody needs to learn about what processed foods, high-fructose corn syrup, television and computers, and the “don’t have time to eat a proper meal” pace of modern American life does to the American physique.