My first “commitment” of 2021 was to lose weight. I know, I know, isn’t that the largest (no pun intended) New Year’s Resolution made each and every year? Specifically, I wanted to get to 250 pounds.
Back in the summer of 2019, after some very stress filled times, I found myself weighing in at 315 pounds. It hurt to do everything. I was never happy. I never had energy. I never cared about anything. I did my work, came home, and did everything I could to avoid losing weight. I was ashamed and embarassed.
Fast forward to about a year ago. I was coming off the Keto diet where I had done well, and had lost quite a bit of weight, but then quickly put all the weight back on through the holiday season. I got down to 267 pounds, but then back up to 287 pounds.
After consulting with my doctor, I agreed to do strict calorie counting. And through that, I have gotten down to 262 pounds. And if I’m being honest, the holiday food binge brought me up a little bit more.
So, I didn’t reach my goal. But I was committed to losing weight. And once I made that commitment, I was going to do it. So 250 will have to wait till next year, but I did successfully lose 25 pounds this. That’s about 2 pounds a month.
But what i’m more concerned about is the trend I’ve developed over the years. Way back on Tuesday, October 17, 2006, I wrote a blog post on a previous blog that I called “Watch out! The fat man’s coming!!”
If my calculations are correct, that’s roughly 16 years I have struggled to keep the weight off. My weight on that day was 266. My starting weight for the year of 2022, just under 266. I didn’t reach my goal, but got pretty close, so I’ll give myself 2 out of 5 stars for that commitment.