A week before Thankgiving, I was at 342. I had lost 200 pounds in less than a year’s time. I was thrilled and wanted to tell the whole world.
That was 6 weeks ago. Today–343.
The last 6 weeks or more, I’ve bounced from 340 up to 347. This past Monday I’d gotten down to 337-339 and then…back to 341!
To say I’m frustrated would be an understatement.
Now some weeks it was deserved. You can’t go scarf down two taco bell burritos and eat potato chips with reckless abandon and not expect the scale to be unkind. But when you’ve gone out of your way to wake up early to work out, reach 10,000 steps, go out of your way to Whole Foods to pick up the right stuff and you still gain 3 pounds?
Those are the moments when you’re ready to just find the nearest pizza place with good deep dish and demolish something you know you’ll regret later.
In three-four weeks, I’ll look back at this and laugh. But if I could have keep going at pace, I’d be closer to 300. Instead I’ll start 2014 with about 120 to go when I could been at 80-100.
Yes, I realize that’s nothing to sneeze at. 200 pounds in a year’s time? Some people can’t lose that in a lifetime. I understand–I get it. But here’s what you don’t get–I’m not done. I have 120 more I need to get rid of.
That’s a million more steps, almost a thousand hours, and dozens instances where I’ll be wanting a bacon cheeseburger with fries and have to tell myself–no, we can’t do that now. Where everyone else will be having pizza and I’ll be eating a salad.
It’s clear now that the last 120 will be harder than the first 120. That it will take even more steps and determination than ever. That the effort will need to be supreme and to achieve my goals, I’ll need to step it up yet another notch.
Maybe that’s what the 340 blues are really about. That I was simply not ready to put in the effort needed to take that next step. In the past this would be where things fall apart. I’d go on some binge, gobble 3000-4000 calories in one sitting, get annoyed with myself and then go do it again.
Sometimes it’s hard to remember I’m not that guy anymore. That it’s a new time, day, and place. 2014 is coming and those last 120 pounds are leaving. And the time to start isn’t later–it’s now.
Today, 12/26/13, I was 343. Tomorrow I will be less as well the day after. And that will be the end of the 340 blues.