I don’t want to turn this into a bragging post, but I have some talents.
I can whip up some pretty mean dishes, from gnocchi to a killer chocolate cake (my Mom’s recipe) to tasty French toast and Genessy goulash. I can carry a tune — and, by the way, you’re all invited to my shower for one heck of a concert. I can balance objects on one finger.
I can stack a small pile of quarters on my bent elbow and catch them mid-air with my hand.
I can pop off the bottom of a beer bottle by smacking the top with the palm of my hand. (I don’t drink alcohol, so I had to do something to entertain at parties in high school.)
And last, but certainly not least, I cangain weight with the best of ’em.
I got a stark reminder of my talent for packing on pounds the last three weeks. Between remembering how much I love BBQ while in Memphis on a business trip, sampling chocolate at Ghirardelli Square in San Francisco, indulging with my kids at a hotel during a staycation and pigging out over the Christmas and New Year’s holidays, I managed to regain about 15 of the 126.2 pounds I’d lost from March through mid-December.
The most jaw-dropping gain happened from Dec. 29-Jan. 1. On Thursday morning, I weighed 249.9 pounds. Less than three days later, my weight was back in the 260s.
WHAT THE WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
That was an exclamation point and question mark for each of the 15 pounds I gained, by the way.
Like I mentioned, I’m talented like that.
Though I’m making light of it, this is precisely how I ended up weighing 373.7 pounds last March. I lose control, eat like food is going out of style — not that I would stop eating (or wearing anything) even if it was out of style — and experience a sideways growth spurt.
Oftentimes, on-again-off-again eating binges like the ones I just went through lead to me completely falling off the bandwagon. I felt lousy the day after Christmas and was extremely bloated on New Year’s Day because of my poor eating choices.
I allowed myself to overindulge this time because I knew I would be back on my program 100 percent in January. There’s seriously no stopping me this time even if I take an occasional detour. That knowledge and faith in myself feels amazing, by the way.
This experience was eye-opening. It was a soul-awakening reminder that I’ll never outright win this battle. I will always have to fight to maintain — better yet, to keep improving — my health. Always. if not, I’ll be back in the upper 300s or higher. My body wants to be fat, so my mind, heart and soul must continue to make smart choices. I need to keep long-term goals and health in mind when temptations arise. It simply isn’t worth sacrificing what I want most for what I want now. I’ve done that for far too long in my life. Instant gratification is a dangerous siren call.
I love this quote from Jim Rohn that I heard this morning:
We must all suffer from one of two pains: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret. The difference is discipline weighs ounces while regret weighs tons.”
I have enough weighing me down. I don’t need regrets doing that, too.
Thankfully, my body has responded to healthy eating since Jan. 1. Seems I have a talent for losing weight and making myself feel better, too. In a short amount of time, I’ve lost all but 1.4 pounds that I’d gained over the holidays.
- Starting weight (March 6): 373.7 pounds
- Last published weight (Dec. 16): 247.5
- Pre-Christmas weight (Dec. 23): 249.9
- Last week’s weight (Dec. 29): 249.9
- New Year’s Day weight (Jan. 1): 262-ish
- This week’s weight (Jan. 6): 248.9
- This week’s loss: 3.4 pounds
- Total loss: 124.8 pounds