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FOOD IS A HIGH-MAINTENANCE FRIEND
Aug. 5th, 2009 10:38 amBack in September of 2007, Jason ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fidgetcub and I started Weight Watchers. Mostly, it worked for us -- we didn't go to meetings, but the online point-tracking component appealed to our inner detail-oriented videogamer, and we both seemed to lose weight pretty quickly without much effort and without feeling like we were "dieting".
Staying on the program was rough through the holidays -- and then we took a cruise for Jason's 40th -- so by May of 2008, we had pretty much fallen off the wagon and needed a do-over.
Most of the Summer of 2008, I traveled a lot for work, mostly overseas, making staying on the program once again very, very difficult. And then in the Fall, we went through some downsizing that resulted in layoffs and, by Spring, some major reorganization. While I weathered the storm in terms of my employment, the resulting survivor guilt took its toll on my waistline.
A few weeks ago, I had two revelations in quick succession. First, that my favorite jeans and a few of my shirts were suddenly very tight -- and weighing myself, I found I was the biggest I've ever been in my life, 285 lbs. Second, it was Father's Day, as well as coming up on my late father's birthday -- he would have been 73 this year, and the last thirty years of his life were filled with heart attacks and diabetes due to his ongoing weight problems.
Needless to say, this was a bit of a wake-up call. I'd already learned from my first round of WW that it was completely simple, and totally logical -- I just needed to be an adult about it and stop letting my brain trick myself out of eating healthy. In fact,fj said something to me once that came to mind in all this, that "food is not an enemy. Food is a high maintenance friend you have to constantly remind yourself of the rules of."
It's been four weeks since we both started counting points again in earnest. We've also been exercising, walking at least one or two nights a week, with a goal of three or four nights a week by the time the weather starts cooling down. So far, I've lost a bit over 15 lbs. -- and it will be very nice to celebrate my 40th birthday in January with a brand-new wardrobe.
fidgetcub and I started Weight Watchers. Mostly, it worked for us -- we didn't go to meetings, but the online point-tracking component appealed to our inner detail-oriented videogamer, and we both seemed to lose weight pretty quickly without much effort and without feeling like we were "dieting".Staying on the program was rough through the holidays -- and then we took a cruise for Jason's 40th -- so by May of 2008, we had pretty much fallen off the wagon and needed a do-over.
Most of the Summer of 2008, I traveled a lot for work, mostly overseas, making staying on the program once again very, very difficult. And then in the Fall, we went through some downsizing that resulted in layoffs and, by Spring, some major reorganization. While I weathered the storm in terms of my employment, the resulting survivor guilt took its toll on my waistline.
A few weeks ago, I had two revelations in quick succession. First, that my favorite jeans and a few of my shirts were suddenly very tight -- and weighing myself, I found I was the biggest I've ever been in my life, 285 lbs. Second, it was Father's Day, as well as coming up on my late father's birthday -- he would have been 73 this year, and the last thirty years of his life were filled with heart attacks and diabetes due to his ongoing weight problems.
Needless to say, this was a bit of a wake-up call. I'd already learned from my first round of WW that it was completely simple, and totally logical -- I just needed to be an adult about it and stop letting my brain trick myself out of eating healthy. In fact,
fj said something to me once that came to mind in all this, that "food is not an enemy. Food is a high maintenance friend you have to constantly remind yourself of the rules of."It's been four weeks since we both started counting points again in earnest. We've also been exercising, walking at least one or two nights a week, with a goal of three or four nights a week by the time the weather starts cooling down. So far, I've lost a bit over 15 lbs. -- and it will be very nice to celebrate my 40th birthday in January with a brand-new wardrobe.
