No, not the movie.
It’s not very fun to broadcast that I once again weigh 300 pounds. Excuses could be made — but I’ll spare you. As with most things, the “why” or “how” isn’t as important as the end result. It’s not really important how you got there. You’re just there.
And the finished product, after countless months — probably one or two years, really — of not consistently going to the gym and not watching my portions has put me where I am today.
Do I still think counting calories is the best way to lose weight? Sure I do, but you actually have to count calories. And you actually have to continue to burn calories on a regular basis. That said, I think portion control in general, as part of an active lifestyle, is more important than counting every single calorie. I also think that while you can have that glass of Pepsi, those calories could be “spent” elsewhere. You’d also feel better drinking water.
Ultimately, I’m still a big proponent of keeping things simple, especially for those who are just getting started. With anything, though, if you don’t make it a priority — it’s hard to be successful. That applies to weight loss and most other things in life.
Don’t call it a comeback.
Why come back now? Because I’ve joined a softball league that starts next month — and I’ll get killed with my current level of conditioning. Because I’m expecting another child next month. Because most of the men in my family died before they reached 60. Because life was was a lot easier when I weighed 100 pounds less.
I can feel the effects of the 70-80 pounds I’ve gained over the last couple of years. Most noticeably, I’m slow. I get winded easily. None of the Medium/Large shirts I own (dozens) fit — I’m having to wear the same few XXL shirts as I refuse to buy a whole new wardrobe. Restaurant booths are tighter. I’m sleeping more — and no, I’m not chalking that up to being older.
Obviously, because I’m back, I’m ready to lose weight again. It’d been easy to keep gaining weight and to simply live fat, married, and happy, but I’m not pleased with my body. I’d like to do something about it.