This morning my scale read 250.7 pounds. I wish I could tell you that some trickster put a toe on it behind my back or that it was a malfunction or misread. Scratch that; wishing any of those things would take energy and focus away from where it needs to be, my health. Somewhere along the way, my bad habits derailed my gains (read: weight loss).
This past week I talked with a friend who is having his own challenge with his weight and we agreed to a sup
porting each other in a Thanksgiving weight-loss challenge. For me, it’s simple – lose 50 pounds between now and Thanksgiving (-1.5 pounds a week). There’s no secret sauce, my strategy will be clean eating, regular exercise, and a few lifestyle tweaks.
The desire to start off on a strong foot is common. It’s also common for frustration to set in when we don’t see immediate results. Since we know a watched pot never boils, today will be the only day I’ll check the scale in the month of April. While I won’t have the a regular numeric update to guide me, I’ll have to rely on the plan I put in place. To bolster my initial efforts, I’ve also decided to give up television for the month of April. Extensive scientific evidence and a recent double-blind peer-reviewed study suggests that me staying up to 2am watching television and eating undelivered Girl Scout cookies (If I told you that your delivery was intercepted by bandits, I lied. Sorry…. not sorry) may not support my fitness efforts. Yes, I’m aware what that means. Yesterday, I meal prepped for the week instead of watching what box scores suggests were two great final four games. I’ll miss the national championship game and maybe a round or two of the NBA playoffs, and the debut of season 2 of The Get Down but the truth is, it’s a no-brainer. In the time it takes to watch three episodes of a show I can literally watch anytime, I can do an at home workout, shower, get me and Ella’s clothes ready for the next day and go to bed at a time that will better enable me to hit the next day at full force. Sure there will be fewer dreams of Thin Mints, but that’s probably not a bad thing.