Right around Thanksgiving 2013, I weighed in at a svelte (for me) 264.5 pounds. By the next time I stepped on the scale to record my weight, I had lost all momentum on the diet I was on and had gained almost 40 pounds.
That was a tasty four months.
There’s a reason why that is significant for me today. Somewhere between that November weigh-in and March 10, 2014, this out-of-control guy passed a number on the scale I’d vowed I’d never go above again — the dreaded 300-pound mark.
When I returned from an LDS mission to France and Switzerland as a 21-year-old in 1992, I gained about 100 pounds in a year because of a wicked combination of loneliness, depression and free food through my McDonald’s job. That pushed me into the three-bills zone where I stayed for the next eight years.
Since then I’ve been all over the scale, dipping below 200 briefly in 2009 and then bouncing back up to 373.7 pounds on March 6 of this year. But I’ve been above 300 pounds for about half of my adult life.
There is a point to all of this rambling about weighing more than 300 pounds and a reason why I’m writing a weight-loss blog on Monday instead of Friday.
Being a 300-plus-pounder is not fun for a guy who’s only 5-foot-7ish.
It’s hard to move. It’s hard to tie your shoes. It’s hard to find clothes. It’s hard to sit in seats. It’s hard to feel good about yourself.
It’s also … in the past for me.
Guess who doesn’t weigh 300 pounds?
OK, aside from Taylor Swift.
ME! As of this morning, I’ve officially revoked my membership in the 300-pound club.
My scale might be the only thing happier than me.
It took me 19 weeks of nutritious eating on my awesome health program, and I made it to this important milestone. Hallelujah! (By the way, I just did the math. If I’d continued gaining weight at the rate I had been for quite a while — 2.3 pounds a week — I would now weigh 417.4 pounds if I hadn’t gotten my act together.)
Saturday was the first time I saw those beautiful digits in the 200s. I was so excited that I almost posted about it then. However, that weigh-in was made in Las Vegas so I decided to get home in Utah to make sure it wasn’t just a fluke. Just to torture me, my scale creeped up above 300 again after I drove back from Sin City. Darn elevation! (Somebody on Twitter informed me that we actually weigh less at lower elevations because we’re closer to the Earth’s core, so my next weigh-in might happen atop Mount Everest.)
I weighed in multiple times this morning — treating my scale like a stair-stepper — and the results were all a pound or so into the 200s.
It’s been far too long since I’ve been in this century, but, truthfully, I’ve got big plans to move right through the 200s and find a permanent spot in the 100s.
In the meantime, I might be the only person my height who’s thrilled to pieces to weigh right around 299.
And, no offense 300s, but I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure we never meet again.
- Starting weight (March 6): 373.7 pounds
- Last week’s weight (July 15): 301
- This week’s weight (July 18): 298.6
- This week’s loss: 2.4 pounds
- Total loss: 75.1 pounds