I’ve lost 50 pounds and now comes the hard part — keeping it off.
Trying to keep the weight off is scary because I know what caused me to become obese in the first place. It had nothing to do with self-control in the sense that I couldn’t stop eating, but on the other hand, it had everything to do with self-control in the sense that I couldn’t say, “No.” Declining a story would have meant I was not doing my job and my job is to put as many people in the paper as possible.
In short, my obesity stemmed from the fact that my priorities were out of order. If anyone had asked me to identify my top priority in life, I would have said to love and serve God. That, however, would have been a lie. My first priority in life was my job, then God, then Carmen, then everyone else, and, riding in the caboose of a very long train, was me.
Anyway, being a heavyweight is not about eating as much as it is about what you eat, when you eat and how it is eaten. Many of my lunches were eaten while en route from one meeting to the next and most of the time, lunch was a plain hamburger with nothing but meat and bread, a large order of curly fries and large Diet Coke.
There is still the perception that obesity is linked to laziness or that obese people are lazy, but that’s no more true than to think all skinny people are energetic.
There is still the perception that fat is ugly and thin equates to beauty, but the simple truth is, obesity is unhealthy. I have really enjoyed the compliments for losing weight, but I hope the compliments were based on being more healthy and not on a change in appearance.
Appearance is not my motivation for losing weight. My motivator was diabetes, high blood pressure, cholesterol and triglycerides. Also, my knees hurt and I couldn’t walk up two flights of stairs without having to catch my breath.
I’m not writing all of this to say I’m anyone special or unique. I just happen to have a platform from which to share my experience on the subject. Hopefully, there is someone like me who has gotten their priorities out of order, or simply feels there is no help, and feels like life just keeps getting harder.
I am not anywhere close to my desired weight, but I’m not as far away as I used to be and that gives me some sense of satisfaction. I need to lose another 50 pounds and I think I can do it with hormone injections if I just keep my priorities straight: God, Carmen and then myself.