As of today, I can stop hedging the answer to the question. Yes, I have lost 100 pounds.
Actually, I have probably lost more. The highest weight I ever saw on a scale was at least 360. Something in the back of my brain says 365 even. The thing is, once you’re that heavy, why bother looking? As Louis CK said “it’s not like I’m using the information to change my behavior.”
So to keep it simple, I’ve declared my official highest weight to be 360. After having DEXA scans to see how much of me is lean, how much fat, it is not unreasonable for me to someday weigh 180. I want to be half the man I used to be. Today I weighed 258.2
I’ve been over halfway to that goal for a few weeks now, but there’s just something magical about hitting triple digits in weight loss. 100 pounds seems like a milestone worth mentioning.
If I mistype that word, milestone can easily become millstone, as in “If any of you put a stumbling-block before one of these little ones who believe in me, it would be better for you if a great millstone were fastened around your neck and you were drowned in the depth of the sea.” Some long-haired hoodie wearing guy said that a long time ago.
So what does the doughboy do to celebrate this achievement? I bought a millstone! Well, sort of. I got myself a weight vest. I’ve now lost over 25 pounds since my half-marathon less than three months ago. I wanted to see what it felt like to run with that same weight today. I’ve seen weight vests that go up to 20 pounds. How cute. Luckily I found the deluxe 40 pounder at Dicks Sporting Goods. The pictures are all of strong guys doing pushups and dips with them. I can’t do those even without the vest yet. No, mine was just to go running in. I had thought about just throwing some barbell plates in a backpack, but the shifting didn’t seem safe. Hey, why not get yourself a century club present? So, this is what I looked like for my very short two mile run today.
I have to be honest. Losing 100 pounds is awesome, but with 80 to go, I still don’t look in the mirror and like what I see. 260 is still WAY too much to weigh. It just is. I had Jack take another picture, this time in the shirt I am now using as a guideline. I am not happy that I am still bulging out of it with a huge gut.
But if I listen only to that voice, and live in all-or-nothing world, well…. that didn’t get me very far in life before, did it?
So, let’s compare the above fat photo to the below MORE fat photo in the same shirt. I think we can see progress in only 3 months.
So yes folks, I am seeing the progress. I really am. I never thought it would happen overnight, I’m really not whining. But to be truthful, whenever people react saying things like “you’re so skinny” I roll my eyes. I’m not skinny. I am, however, far less fat than before. And that is good enough for now. But I believe in accurate words. I’m on my way. I can’t imagine the road for those who were even larger. I saw a man on TLC who had lost 200 pounds, and was still over 500. Talk about a long road. Just 180 pounds to lose? Child’s play.
So about that vest. I only did two miles in it, but I felt it. I’ll use it periodically, with whatever weight I have lost. Once I get over 40 pounds lost, I don’t know what I’ll do. At this point, I’d need two vests and a half to equal what I have lost. I couldn’t run with that. And I think that’s the point. At 360 I wouldn’t have walked a 5k, let along jogged a half-marathon.
This truly is freedom in the making. I’m on parole right now, not quite out of prison yet. It wouldn’t take much to become a recidivist and get sent right back to solitary confinement. Luckily, I have a diligent parole officer, and I’m staying out of trouble.
Oh, and since we’re doing pictures today, don’t tell Ariel in the photo above, but for lunch, I had sea scallops and a pile of broccoli rabe.