287 and a half
This is NOT a good number.
This is a terrible number.
This is a number that affects my future and my present.
This number needs to change.
This number defines my failing in life.
This number is a death sentence.
This number is my current weight.*
I don't want this number to be associated with me except in the past tense. That is, I will be fine with saying, "I used to weigh 287 and half."
I need to lose one hundred pounds.
That is an astronomical amount of weight to lose.
I need to lose it soon. The longer I wait the more likely I develop diabetes.
The longer I wait the more likely I drop dead from a massive heart attack.
I need to lose it because, well just because.
I'm not proud of this number. It pains me to type this and tell the world about it. But when you live alone and food is accessible, food becomes your 'go-to' friend. I no longer want food as my friend, as my comforter, as my excuse. I understand that food is necessary for life, and that will make this very, very hard indeed.
So I'm calling on each and every one of you out there who reads this and knows me to help me with this.
I cannot do this alone. I've tried and I've failed.
I'm begging.
Have you ever seen a movie or read a book where someone says, "I'm calling in a favor."? Well, I'm calling in a favor. A favor from each of you. A favor that says you'd like me to stick around longer than I would if I didn't plead for my life now.
Please.
What I'm going to do:
- Go to the gym. I can't do much yet, but every step on a treadmill gets me that much closer.
- Eat smarter. Toss sugar (my addiction) products; reduce portion size.
- Hold myself accountable to you by blogging about my struggle.
Thanks.
* as of 9Oct2008
** not literally, sheesh!