By Scratch Reno
PITTSBURGH (FFD) - For whatever reason, the last time I was in decent shape was in 2009. I need to get back to the past and then back to the future. I know that sounds weird. Here me out.
For whatever reason, way back in 2009, I decided to buckle down and make health a priority. I blogged about what I was doing and what I was doing was simple: I counted calories.
I simply tried to stay under 1800 for a day and hit the gym. I did that quite a bit, and the weight came off. I had hit a high point of 276 pounds before that, but then I buckled down and it came off.
It is interesting to look back at the past and try to determine why it was that things worked that year and also, on the flip side, why they haven’t worked every since. Since that time, the weight came on. I think my all time heaviest I have ever weighed was 327, which happened last year.
Since that high weight, I have got down to the 290s often, but have never punched through and found a way to keep going. Why is that?
When I consider the big events of my life, there was the birth of my little guy in 2010. We moved and bought a new house. Those are pretty big deals. Also, like any marriage made in heaven, the wife and I had our ordeals to deal with, but they have been dealt with and we are moving forward as one.
We are in the house and the kids are getting bigger. All the while, I have gotten bigger.
I shut out my health for the past ten years, why? Why was health left behind in 2009.?
I need to go back to the last healthy version of me that existed, reach out to it, and say, come with me bro, I can’t do the next 10 years, or the rest of my life for that matter, without you.
So 10 pounds here, 10 pounds there. 10 pounds everywhere—and suddenly I am 327 lbs and it is hard to tie shoes and sit in an airplane seat without the seat belt extender.
I might look back over the past 10 years and say that food and beer had been a coping mechanism for some perceived grievance to self esteem. I turned to food and beer for comfort. When stressed or even depressed, there is always food and beer for comfort. There is a name for that—emotional eating?
Okay, we all have hard crap to deal with in life. In the grand scheme of things, I can count my lucky blessings. The ones I love the dearest are still here. I have avoided any major health issues, though I am beginning to see that obesity is a major health issue—and I have not avoided that one. I have learned, people aren’t perfect. I have learned I am not perfect. But, now what?
So far, this Season 47 has been up and down, and still, I am essentially at the starting point. I have not gained, I have not lost. I am at that threshold I can’t escape from - 300 - 310 range. I’ll get down and whiff the 290s and go back up and taste the 310s.
Call it emotional eating, call it whatever you want. I need to get back to the past, to get back to the future. It seems difficult, but I am going to keep it simple like I did back then… 1800 calories and move around, Eat healthy, and get the weight down.
I am going to commit today to going back to 2009 and extending my hand to that guy who was healthy. I am going to pull him into 2019. I will apologize first for leaving him behind and welcome this guy to 2019. I will let him know he is desperately needed.
I won’t be able to do the next 10 years with out him.
Welcome, then, me in 2009, to the team. It’s time to pull you out of retirement.
On that note, I have to hit the gym, rake November leaves, prepare for an upcoming business trip, and do my best to get back to the future of weight loss.
Me in 2009, are you here now?