A thoughtful post from my pal Bo Williams on his decision that he wants to weigh less than 300 lbs. I am right there, except that 200 is my personal high-water mark (and one, frankly, that I’m already over). I was holding steady at about 190 for a good while, but not long after Dad died I put on around 10 lbs. Not for any reason, mind you; it just sort of happened. Since then I’ve hovered right around 205, which is a bit more of me to love than I think there should be.
In the back of my mind lurk two things. First is the shadow of Dad’s diabetes. At his funeral, I was sitting around a table with a first cousin, two aunts, and two uncles… all of whom are either diabetic or pre-diabetic. The last time I had my bloodwork done (in September), my glucose was 94; the cutoff for being considered pre-diabetic is 100. I have a huge weakness for sweets, and that’s something I need to really work on. Apart from that, my lipid levels are all pretty good, so I’m not immediately worried about them.
Second is what my kids see: they see me making essentially no daily effort to exercise. In the past I’ve been regular about running on our treadmill (which, sadly, is now gone), but with the dawn of a new year it’s time for me to get back in the groove. Accordingly, today I went and signed us up at the local Anytime Fitness. Arlene, David, and I now have 24/7/365 access to a really nicely-equipped gym less than 2 miles from our house.
I plan to couple that with a return to logging my food intake, which worked pretty well the last time I tried it. Seven years ago I said my target was 181, and this time I really mean it!