One of the best days in my life was the day I weighed less than Charles - it happened in my first year post-DS. He's over 7" taller than me (used to be more, but he shrunk from 6'2" to 6' - he's very long in the torso, but my inseam is actually longer than his). At the time I had my DS, he was near 250 lbs - he is a Coke-a-holic, and right about the same time (2003) I had my DS, Coke Zero came out, and I was FINALLY able to get him to switch to Coke Zero (instead of full-strength Big Gulps - 3-5/day) - he lost 30+ lbs from switching soda in less time than I lost with my DS.
Since then, I've been well under him most of the time - until recently. This summer, he got (or noticed) diastasis recti - plus he has an enlarging umbilical hernia. His weight was around 215-220, and it's ALL in his gut - and he's got pre-diabetic blood work and some sleep apnea - and the surgeon said that they could fix the umbilical hernia, but it sure would be better if his gut didn't bulge out so far - and maybe he could get the (cosmetic) diastasis (and mons fat pad) fixed at the same time.
In September, he had both knees operated on - he was laid up for quite a while, and probably lost a lot of muscle, but - he's been drifting down since then. In the meantime, I've been drifting up a bit - and I have been incredibly lethargic and sessile. Since I work from home, some days I don't even get dressed.
A few weeks ago, he hit 201 - a few lbs less than me. I no longer weigh less than him. And I've drifted up about 3-5 lbs - I saw 210 again a few times in the last few weeks. I'm NOT happy - and not doing shit about it.
Today, he was working outside - we have a dumpster out front, and he's been moving junk out of the driveway and garage and basement - he does things and piles up the detritus and then gets a dumpster from time to time. He just weighed himself before taking a shower, and - 195. Less than he's been since his early 30s (30 years ago). I am proud of him - and feeling like shit about myself.
So, for the last couple of days, I've tried to use his new-found enthusiasm for DOING stuff to try to fuel my own physical activity. I've been doing some gardening, and shopping to make our outdoor space nicer for parties this summer - and being me, I of course overdid it. I was squatting, bending over and pulling weeds, carrying heavy stuff, spraying - and sad to say, I am ALREADY sore as can be. WHAT?? How could I have gotten this badly out of shape? This is UNACCEPTABLE!!
I'm 60. I can't let myself get physically old before my time. Use it or lose it. And goddamnit, he CAN'T weigh less than me!
Before my first (and only) round of reconstructive surgery in 2009, I got down to 169 and I felt WONDERFUL. I need to be back there again.
I'm not going to post consistently about what I eat or do - but I'm putting it out there - I need to be accountable to myself. For my health, not my weight - but being heavier and less STRONG and with less endurance is not the direction I want to go - it is time to change trajectory.
My labs and my health are good - I need my muscles and my weight to match.
And goddamnit, I "need" (psychologically) to (1) weigh under 200 and (2) to weigh less than Charles. Petty and vain, but yeah.
Since then, I've been well under him most of the time - until recently. This summer, he got (or noticed) diastasis recti - plus he has an enlarging umbilical hernia. His weight was around 215-220, and it's ALL in his gut - and he's got pre-diabetic blood work and some sleep apnea - and the surgeon said that they could fix the umbilical hernia, but it sure would be better if his gut didn't bulge out so far - and maybe he could get the (cosmetic) diastasis (and mons fat pad) fixed at the same time.
In September, he had both knees operated on - he was laid up for quite a while, and probably lost a lot of muscle, but - he's been drifting down since then. In the meantime, I've been drifting up a bit - and I have been incredibly lethargic and sessile. Since I work from home, some days I don't even get dressed.
A few weeks ago, he hit 201 - a few lbs less than me. I no longer weigh less than him. And I've drifted up about 3-5 lbs - I saw 210 again a few times in the last few weeks. I'm NOT happy - and not doing shit about it.
Today, he was working outside - we have a dumpster out front, and he's been moving junk out of the driveway and garage and basement - he does things and piles up the detritus and then gets a dumpster from time to time. He just weighed himself before taking a shower, and - 195. Less than he's been since his early 30s (30 years ago). I am proud of him - and feeling like shit about myself.
So, for the last couple of days, I've tried to use his new-found enthusiasm for DOING stuff to try to fuel my own physical activity. I've been doing some gardening, and shopping to make our outdoor space nicer for parties this summer - and being me, I of course overdid it. I was squatting, bending over and pulling weeds, carrying heavy stuff, spraying - and sad to say, I am ALREADY sore as can be. WHAT?? How could I have gotten this badly out of shape? This is UNACCEPTABLE!!
I'm 60. I can't let myself get physically old before my time. Use it or lose it. And goddamnit, he CAN'T weigh less than me!
Before my first (and only) round of reconstructive surgery in 2009, I got down to 169 and I felt WONDERFUL. I need to be back there again.
I'm not going to post consistently about what I eat or do - but I'm putting it out there - I need to be accountable to myself. For my health, not my weight - but being heavier and less STRONG and with less endurance is not the direction I want to go - it is time to change trajectory.
My labs and my health are good - I need my muscles and my weight to match.
And goddamnit, I "need" (psychologically) to (1) weigh under 200 and (2) to weigh less than Charles. Petty and vain, but yeah.
