I reached my bottom after Christmas with my weight.
I am ashamed to admit that I hit my heaviest weight. I couldn’t see my feet while standing up, my belly was fifty (50) inches in diameter, and I couldn’t walk far without getting winded to the point where it took me almost thirty minutes to recatch my breath.
I have discussed what started my weight loss process in an earlier post. I won’t rehash the story. Suffice to say that when I finally started losing weight, I wouldn’t hop on the scale at first. I was afraid to see the truth – the truth was I weighed over two-hundred and fifty pounds, and I am only 5’ 3.75.” I was embarrassed to know the truth. It wasn’t until I lost some weight that I first jumped on the scale that I discoved I weighed two-hundred and forty pounds at the end of January.
I am down just over twenty-five pounds. I have lost four and a half inches around my belly. I can’t walk more than twenty or thirty minutes, but it only takes me five minutes or so to catch my breath. It’s a significant improvement; however, I still have a long way to go to achieve my goal.
I will never be skinny, but when I reach my goal, I will not be obese. I am shooting for twenty to twenty-five pounds above my ideal BMI which is fine as I think BMI is unrealistic.
There are days I wish I would lose the weight quicker. I can be pretty impatient sometimes. I have to remind myself that I didn’t put it on overnight, and I cannot expect to lose weight quickly. Besides, I am shooting for a lifestyle change over dieting, which never worked for me. I tried them more than I can remember.
—Robert Confiant 24 April 2021