As a child and young adult, I often struggled to keep my weight in check. At my biggest toward the end of college, I weighed just over 250 pounds. I’m a little over 6’ tall, so that was untenable.
My sleep suffered, I was sick more often, my joints would hurt when I would exercise. So around that time I started kicking myself in the ass and taking better care of myself. Over the next few years I would slowly go from 255 to 240 to 230 to 215 and eventually get down to 200.
My weight loss wasn’t dramatic, but slow and steady—that’s why it stuck. Occasionally, I’d start to gain a few pounds back and then I would alter a bad habit or two and I’d start losing again.
At first, changes were simple, ditching soft drinks, eating out less, eating more fish, eating more greens. But as anyone will tell you, the more you lose the harder it becomes. Those last 5 pounds are a pain in the ass.
Last summer before Harper was born, my weight was right at 200 pounds. I wore a 32’ waist, could run a 7 minute mile and could squat 400 pounds.
After the last 8 months of caring for Harper and Kristin, moving back to Kansas City where I walk considerably less and changing jobs and routines, I’ve gained about 15 pounds (I’m at 213.8). My waist is back up near 34 and god knows how poorly I can run a mile. (I’ve never been a great runner. I’ve always been pretty strong, but relatively slow.
Given that without goals you aren’t improving, I’m setting out not just to get where I was, but get where I want to be. I’ll be updating this weekly to have some accountability for where I’m going.
I’ll update not only my biometric markers, but habitual changes that I use to attain my goals.
My intermediate goal is to get back down to 200 pounds by July 1.
My long term goal is to get to 185 by October 1.
The most obvious habits to change are first, to stop eating out so damn much—which I can mostly blame on building a professional network in Kansas City. Lots of coffees, lunches, breakfast meetings etc. Even eating the healthy option out mean consuming way too much sugar, fat and salt.
Second, I’ve got to get my walking / running back to up to par. In Boston, I routinely stepped at least 10,000 times a day. In Kansas City, if I don’t make a conscious effort, I’m hovering around 7,000. That’s a pretty enormous difference. I’m moving a hell of a lot less.
I’ll add more to this as I progress, but this is mostly for my own accountability. My goals extend beyond simply losing weight. I’m going to get faster, stronger and meditate more often, but in my experience it’s best to start with a couple of small goals and add as you go.