Before my long run yesterday TheWife took some pictures, so that I could update the header on the blog, I just thought it was time. In the previous one it looked like I was scowling – I wasn’t, the sun was shining too bright and she caught me between smiles.
I didn’t realize how big a difference there was in the photo we took yesterday, until I put it up on the blog and then saw it compared to my January picture. There is a huge difference in how I look in just a couple of months (it isn’t just the 5 pounds), hell TheWife has even been noticing that I am looking different and when she saw that she even said “You have lost a lot of weight!”
Which got me to thinking and I went back and looked at a bunch of old photos that show a certain progression:
On May 17, 2011, I had knee surgery to correct what was wrong.
No I don’t have any pictures to show how big I had gotten because I couldn’t walk very far or well without being in a lot of pain. I didn’t want photos taken of me back when I was so fat – that is why I volunteered to carry the camera so much and be the photographer. (Sound familiar anyone?). When I last went to the doctor’s office in April I was 196 and by the time surgery came around I “know” that I gone over 200.
On June 17th, I weighed myself at the house and our scales said 196. That was my last day of teaching and the beginning of my time to take better care of myself. I didn’t want to become another needless statistic. What really hit home was when Mary told during the week after my surgery that I had a grey pallor to my face from being stressed out all the time and so overweight (fat). It was at that point I knew that I needed to do something about it.
No I didn’t put these pictures of me in here because I am narcissistic, I did it to show the difference in how I looked, after I was able to get off my arse and doing something about being overweight.
Am I done?
Hell no – even at 162, I am still considered a little over-weight according to the BMI rating, my goal weight is 155 and I would love to be in the 140s for the first time since probably 1988. That is the weight where I used to feel my best.
I suppose that I should really start looking more at what I am eating, but we do about 70-80% organic and homemade, so I am pretty comfortable with what I eat. Now if I could just stop eating so many whoopie pies and whip my sugar/salt addictions into submission :-).
No I am not looking for an attaboy or great job or anything else from this post, but you know something, I am pretty damn proud of how I look today, compared to where I started on June 17th of 2011.