I never thought it would come to this.
As of this morning, I’m officially part of Weight Watchers. I’m going to be counting points with the best of them. You are on notice. If you see me measuring portions of food with my fist, please don’t snigger.
Like I said, I never thought it would come to this. Over the course of my life, I’ve lost (and gained) 237 pounds! Each time, I’ve used good ole fashioned exercise and extreme diet modifications. And each time, to my chagrin, I’ve let all my progress slip away.
At 5′ 8″ and 239 pounds, I can still run a mile and help a buddy move heavy furniture. However, I am starting to round around the edges. This is supposed to happen, right? I’m getting older. I’m almost 30. NO.
My failure to control my weight isn’t only a health risk, it is also a professional liability. The tighter my clothes feel and the more I jiggle when I walk, the more self-conscious I become. I lose my edge. Whether I am standing in front of a room or sitting across the table from a customer, I want to feel comfortable and confident in my own skin.
Even though I’m only one day into this diet, I’ve come to an obvious, yet profound, realization. Like your family or business finances, health is about budgeting. The trouble is that most diets don’t teach or reinforce this discipline. They normally cultivate a “feast or famine” mentality. Which, if we translate this to our home budget, doesn’t work out very well.
Based on our nation’s debt and bulging waistlines, budgeting isn’t a popular concept. But, you know what? It works.
See you in 40 pounds.