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Chubs and Blubs

By January 6, 20167 Comments

It is no secret that I can afford to drop a few pounds. When the seams in my pants begin to stretch beyond what the physical properties of the fabric and thread allow and walking up a flight of stairs results in a heart pounding air gasping endeavor that usually is the signal to stop ordering from Pizza Hut and stop making those late night runs to the grocery store for Ben & Jerry’s. When work and life bring stress, some people run to alcohol. Some people run to the mall. I run to the nearest burrito, hamburger or over-sized dish of pasta to assuage the ills of the day. That coupled with an incredibly slow metabolism (thanks Mom for those genes) is a recipe for disaster.

Weight has always been a struggle for my entire existence. My mom had to take me to the “husky” section of the department store to buy my communion suit. It wasn’t because I ate a lot as a kid. My parents never allowed soda in the house except for the occasional pizza night and we were only allowed a modest dessert after dinner. I played outside every afternoon running around, riding bikes and doing what little boys do. That didn’t stop my genes from taking over and plumping me out. My Dad, God bless him, dubbed my sister and I (who also struggled with the same affliction) “Chubs and Blubs”. The two of us would argue who got to be Chubs and who got to be Blubs because obviously Blubs was the worst of the two names! There have been dozens and dozens of attempts since age 16 to get in shape. There have been many gyms joined and cancelled. There have been hundreds of pounds gained and lost. And each time after having achieved success and after promising myself I would never “go back to that weight” I somehow wind up back here again.

It is useless to promise myself that it is “different” this time. I’ve said that to myself more times than I care to admit. Therefore, this time isn’t different. This time I am not going to say this is IT. What I am going to do however is try to put myself and my health first every day. If some days I fail so be it. But I would like to feel good about myself and I would like to not have health problems as I get older. I am setting up a home gym that includes both cardio and weight training. Yesterday was the first time in ages I got on the elliptical and did a 1 hour workout. It was painful. I hated it. But I did it.

And now the real embarrassing part. But perhaps sharing this out loud to the universe will help propel me forward and give me that extra little motivation I need to stay the course when the french fries come calling. I got on the scale today and I weighed in at a small elephant size of 212.5 lbs. My goal is to lose 52.5 lbs and reach 160 lbs. Ideally, I would like to do this by July 1. Let’s see how far I can get.

My starting weight

My starting weight