PITTSBURGH (FFD) - I am 46 year-old fat man. I weight over 300 pounds. Doesn’t make me a bad guy, just typical I guess. My goal is too shed over 100 pounds.
Easier said than done. How can I lose all those pounds that have taken me the past 10 years to put on? Is it possible? Can I really do it this time? Will writing on this website and focusing on these efforts, really kick me into some kind of elusive health gear I have not experienced since 2009? I don’t know, but I will put myself out there this time.
I shied away from sharing with folks how much weight I had to lose. In my mind, I still don’t think I look like a guy that weights over 300 pounds, but I am. I my minds eye, I am just a little heavy, but in reality, I am not. I need to get back. I need to feel that weight loss for real.
I need to drink less, work out more, increase my energy and boost my contributions to this world of ours. To do that, I need health.
I need health to finish the science fiction book I have been working on. I need to health to excel at my job. I need help to be there for my family. Essentially, I am at the point in life, 47 years old, where if I don’t find that health, then those dreams I have held since I was young child, way back in kindergarten and first grade, will not happen.
I need health. I need to loose that weight. I need to show others the way, when I do.
Season 47 Begins
If you have not made the connection yet between this season name and my age, I will make it for you. Season 47 is my forty-seventh season of life—the way I look at it.
In the past ten years, going back to Season 37, my health franchise, has fallen on hard times. Gained over a 100 pounds. Each year, I tried to do something to make that weight come off, but it only did for a little while and then it came back on.
What is going to be different this time? I don’t know, but I will way more attention to this problem than I ever have. On that note, I am eager to get started.
Wait, I already did get started…
Day One In The Books
Last night was my first step to make that weight loss happen. It went well.
Then, I came home and ate a good bit.
For dinner I had a massive salad, followed by chili con carne. This was okay, because I am following an intermittent fasting approach to dieting.
As I type this now, I am struggling with a cough. My sinuses are blocked up pretty darn good and I got all that damn weight to loose. I weigh 300 bills. Compounding matters, my favorite NFL football team, The Pittsburgh Steelers, are struggling now. Their record stands at 0-1-1.
In high school, I weighed a lot less.
As a senior at North Hills High School I tipped the scales at 210 pounds. I was a good weight back then. Can I get back to that football weight?
Day two is today (as I write this post). I will not make the gym, so I must be on my guard.
I have to make a trip to say goodbye to a friend’s dad that passed away recently. This friend’s dad reminds me of my childhood and those halcyon days of football—when football was still a big deal in western Pennsylvania.
Editor’s Note: I grew up practically in this man’s game room. I watched John Wayne and James Bond movies with my best friend down there. We played Dungeons & Dragons and watched many Steelers games down there too, in that game room. We even drank beer down there, maybe, just maybe, before we were legally allowed to do so. There was that beer refrigerator down there, which I will never forgot. On that note, may the man rest in peace and may God bless my friend too.
Time moves on, and it moves on fast. Funerals are a reminder that we are not going to play the game forever. It also reminds us that life can be painful.
Thank God for Football
Football helps make it enjoyable. I am glad we have it.
Football is still is a big deal to me, but not the only big deal. I have kids, a demanding job, and I still want to write a science fiction novel one day. The kids are a super big deal.
Today, I will go to that viewing of my friend’s father, and afterward, probably have a beer or two with my own dad. But, I will keep my eye on the ball. I will play defense. I will be mindful of how many beers I have and what I eat.
I will earn that touchdown. I will get through this dreary day.
I have a modest health goal this evening: just keep the beer and dinner within four hours. If I do that, I score a touchdown. If I don’t, I give one up. That is the heart of the game of football and it works no differently on The Football Fan’s Diet.
I plan to strive for health until the day I die. Let us hope that my best half in life ends up being my second.
Amen. Halftime is over. Season 47 is on! Please join me.
Ready. Set. Break.