Confession: I don’t step on weight scales that frequently in my life. When the news is generally bad, you tend to ignore it – and focus in on what’s good.
One such moment came on Monday morning. I got on a scale, and instead of weighing north of 250 pounds, I weighed 235.
All right, I get it. The scale is paying some sort of practical joke on me. The next day, I weighed myself again – and got 235 again.
Well, I have been eating less recently, but usually, my weight hovers around 270. My left knee, which I injured right around Super Bowl time last year (2017), has been feeling much better as of late – so that might have been a sign to pay attention to. I struggle a bit with foot sensitivity when I walk, and I always had a bit of a waddle when I walked – more recently I have had a more pronounced waddle. But with the weight loss, foot sensitivity has generally been better – another signal I apparently missed.
This is my lowest weight since high school. I’ve probably been a tad higher than 300 at my highest weight, but habitually, I was in the high 200’s most of my life. I’m paying a bit of a price for it now as I’ve reached my middle age with knee and foot trouble, but generally speaking, I’m still okay, though I can’t walk more than a mile at any given time.
I’d love to tell you how I did it, but I have no clue other than to eat less. Have two meals a day instead of three. Have water in the evening as opposed to the Coke/Pepsi/beer type beverage of your choice. I only smoked once in my life when I was 18 or so, and I hated it – the one trait I didn’t get from my parents.
That raises another point – if you don’t know what you’re doing right, how do you know to keep doing it?