Today marks the one-year anniversary of the start of my weight loss journey. On January 23, 2010, I met with Richard Simmons, who planted the seed in my mind that I could make a change in my life, and had, a few weeks earlier, generously offered to help me. One year ago today, I began. I began writing down everything that I ate in a food log. I began working out more. I began changing my diet – cutting out soda; cutting back on processed foods; eating more fruits and vegetables, and eating more of them raw.
One year ago today, I stepped on the scale, and held my breath for the few seconds it took before a number appeared. The number was 402. One year ago today, I weighed 402 pounds.
One year ago today, I was skeptical. Maybe all my thoughts from the past couple of years were true: that I was always going to be obese, that I would have to find a way to continue living with this body, that I should continue being resigned to the idea that I would be unhappy, for the most part, for my rest of my life. One year ago today, I started thinking, well, I can give this whole diet thing a whirl, but don’t get any hopes up.
One year ago today, I started working hard. Really hard. I decided I would need to exercise 4 or 5 times a week. I decided I would need to start planning what I was going to eat that day, where that food would come from, and when I would fit in my exercise. One year ago today, I decided it was worth the effort. I was worth the effort.
One year ago today, I knew I was ready. I knew I had an opportunity, wearing a crystal-studded tank top and short shorts, sitting (and dancing, and singing, and laughing) right next to me. One year ago today, I knew I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.
One year ago today seems like an eternity ago. One year ago today I weighed 159 pounds more than I do now. That man, one year ago today, seems like a different person, who walked differently, ate differently, moved differently, dressed differently, saw differently, thought differently, felt different, was a different person.
One year ago today, I rarely felt proud of myself. I allowed my shame to collect and build up around me, clouding my vision, affecting my decisions. One year ago today, I didn’t like myself very much.
What a difference one year makes.
Keep it up, David!