Five and a half years ago, I realized I was fat. Way too fat. So I wrote about it on eGullet, and with the help of my fellow eG members, I managed to trim a few pounds. In 2003 my weight had reached 228 pounds before I decided to change things. Yesterday morning, I stepped on the scales and couldn’t see the numbers — my belly was too big — so I leaned forward and read aloud “TWO THREE EIGHT.” Quite simply, 238 pounds is obese.
But as y’all know, I’m a bit obsessed with food. So how do I fix things? And believe you me, I need to fix things. Both my parents have had bypass surgery. All four of my grandparents developed heart disease (my paternal grandmother, who didn’t smoke a day in her life, dropped dead in her 50s). All of my paternal aunts and uncles have had heart disease and one of my maternal uncles — a marathon runner — died of a heart attack while hiking in the Rockies. He was in his mid 60s.
I take medicine to control my cholesterol. I take medicine to control acid reflux. My blood sugar levels are in the “pre-diabetic” stage. I tried to go for a run yesterday and it was too hard on my knees.
I’m a mess.
And if I don’t take control of this, I won’t be around much longer.
And so, I ask you, my faithful readers, to help me with this process. Ask me “How’s it going?” Ask me about what I ate and how much I’ve exercised. Go ahead and drop me an email at dmccord AT gmail DOT com.
I’m not going to change the focus of this blog, turning it into one of those annoying “look at how I’m taking control of my life” sites, but you’ll probably notice some minor changes. And occasionally, I’ll post something on my progress. And if you want more, just ask. The only way I can succeed at this is to be transparent, to have you pressure me. I’ve already proven that I can’t do it alone. Your help is greatly appreciated.