For example, I weighed 145 pounds when I made the one glorious tackle of my high school career. Three decades later, I’m certain that guy still feels the pain I inflicted on his body.
I weighed 170 pounds when I entered my senior year of high school. I weighed 255 pounds two years later when I went on a church mission to Switzerland and France and was 220 pounds when I returned two years later.
I weighed 355 pounds when I tried to snowshoe through the Utah mountains in an effort to impress a girl (of course) and nearly ended up being a human popsicle after I left the group, wandered off the path and sank about belly deep in the snow.
I weighed 275 pounds when I last renewed my driver license.
I weighed 230 when I somehow persevered through nearly 17 hours of swimming, biking and walking/jogging to cross the finish line of an Ironman triathlon.
I weighed 246 pounds when an even more implausible accomplishment happened 15 years ago — I met a girl who ended up being my wife.
With all of those weight fluctuations, you can probably see why a former colleague who worked at a different office said she never knew what I was going to look like when she saw me.
The reason I bring this up is because I stepped on the scale this morning and was thrilled to see smaller numbers than I’ve seen in two years.
Last spring, I took a month off of work — during the busy time of the NBA season when it’s unheard of for sports writers to take a sabbatical — because I wanted to reboot all aspects of my life. Over the next few months, I managed to lose about 30 pounds, but my progress was erratic and my commitment wavered.
Over the past three months as I’ve reclaimed self control and found an awesome program that works wonders, I’ve had the number 321 in mind. Not because that’s how much I weighed when an ex-girlfriend tried to rekindle our relationship a couple of decades ago, but because that’s the lowest weight I reached on my diet last year.
I was pretty discouraged after getting to that point in 2015 and then allowing myself to slide back into my personal pit of despair. I didn’t start climbing back out of that hell hole until I’d gained back the 30 pounds plus an extra 23 just for some bonus torture.
A few weeks ago, I wrote 319 LBS on an index card and placed it on my vision board. Today, I get to take that off and put up a new card: 299. I haven’t been there since shortly after the Utah Jazz season ended in April 2014.
Can’t wait to get there again in — only to say hi and goodbye — in a month or so as I make new memories at all of these weight checkpoints.
One goal down. Many more to go!
- Starting weight (March 6): 373.7 pounds
- Last week’s weight (May 27): 321.1 pounds
- This week’s weight (May 27): 318.9 pounds
- This week’s loss: 2.2 pounds
- Total loss: 54.8 pounds