Weekly Check In – 3/11/2020

Thirty four weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:

  • Weight: 263
  • Blood Sugar: 93

Obviously both of those numbers make me happy. Four pounds is fantastic, and I’m inching closer and closer to my initial goal of 250. I honestly can’t remember if I’ve written about this or not, but when I was trying to decide on a goal weight, I looked up various ideal height and weight charts online, and found several different numbers, the highest of which was 239 pounds. As someone who’d spent over three decades living with more than 400 pounds, 239 seemed ridiculously too low (“I’d be emaciated!”) and unattainable. I’m now 24 pounds away from 239, so it’s totally attainable, and – you’ll have to take my word for it – I will NOT be emaciated when I get there. Looking it up now, this is what I’ve found:

I have no idea who these people are, but that Miller person can go to hell. I have no idea which of these I should pay attention to, and I honestly don’t care. I’m going to hit 250 sometime this year, and then I’m setting my second goal at 239. And then I’m gonna keep going until I see where I’m feeling good, presumably somewhere in that range above. Though, seriously, even though I said the same thing about 239, I can’t even imagine life at under 200.

The blood sugar’s back down, which makes me even happier than the weight loss. I’ve spent the last week watching my carb intake like a hawk. I unnecessarily took in a handful of crackers on Friday – 100% stress eating there (I have more I want to say about stress eating, but I also want to keep this short, I have shit to do today) – but otherwise kept the carbs limited to fruit, veggies, and dairy. Last Saturday, I ordered a steak with grilled zucchini, and a side salad with vinaigrette. I picked at the salad and zucchini while grading a stack of blue books, and ate the leftover steak over the course of a few days.

Iā€™m happy. Later today I’m supposed to meet up with a buddy who actually knows what he’s doing in the gym and we’re going to create an actual routine for me (as opposed to the half hour of cardio and a kind of halfassed routine on a few machines I know won’t hurt me). I’m looking forward to it. Who am I becoming?

Here, have a graphic: