Jack of Harts

I have been a heavy kid my entire life. A bit overweight, yes, but a bit more than that as well. Even when working out and as slim as I ever get, I’m always going to be one of the heavy kids. I am righteously heavy boned, and I come by that naturally. I sink in water and have all my life. There have been two times in my life when I’ve been what I would consider truly fit. First when I was a kid and I was on my town’s Junior Olympics racing walking team. I worked out every day, and I made State Champion, but couldn’t beat the other State Champions in Regionals. The second was in college. I worked out every day, lifted weights, and did all the things young adults are supposed to do to be healthy.

I was two hundred and twenty pounds.

I’ve gained a pound or two a year over the last thirty years. Just a slow trend towards being a bit heavier each year. I never really noticed it. I was wearing XL shirts in high school, so wearing double XL shirts in adulthood didn’t seem odd. And I never outgrew my clothing. I wore it until I wore it out and then got new clothing. And if I had to pick a new size of pants each time it didn’t really click you know. It was only an inch or two at a time every few years.

But at the beginning of this year I was over two hundred seventy pounds and that is not good. Even for someone blessed with a heavy frame. Ideally I should be two twenty or under. Like I was as a young adult. The good news is I’ve lost twelve pounds in the last seven months. I actually saw two sixty two on the scale last week. And I just lost twelve in seven months. If I lose forty two more pounds, that’s two twenty.

So my goal is to lose forty two pounds in two years. I want to be two twenty at fifty two. That’s my goal and I know I can do it. I just have to do it a day at a time.