22 October 2009

One crow value meal, super-sized, to go.

Weigh-in this afternoon? Yeah, you could say it was a good one.

I was -2.6 this week (all that walking, worrying and stress ... and no, I don't recommend that as a way to drop weight), putting me back over the top, for a grand total of -75.8

Since there are no "off program" events, like the Birmingham trip, and since this wasn't an off-the-chart oddity (dropping 5 pounds in one week is highly unusual, not to mention a sheer quirk), then I am now officially at the goal I set for myself nearly 18 months ago, when I joined Weight Watchers.

On May 5, 2008, I wrote about the doubts I had as to whether or not I could follow through on this commitment and drop 75 pounds, and went on to say:

I hope I'm wrong, though. If I am, I'll gladly eat crow. (How many points is that?)

I understand crow tastes like chicken. Guess I'm fixin' to find out. :-)

LEFT: My DL picture, 2 February 2008 ... nearly 300 pounds!
RIGHT: Victory picture today outside the WW Center in Savannah.

So what's next?

I have a secondary goal of dropping further, and getting down to a weight beginning with a 1. At this point I lack 19.6 pounds until I get there. HOWEVER: I am finished stressing about my weight, about being anal and meticulous about point values, and getting agitated whenever my awesome bride wants to do something else for supper, after I've eaten more points for lunch in assumption of a lighter evening meal.

Habits have changed. Many talk about this being less about "dieting" and "losing weight" than it is a "lifestyle change." Numerous times in this space during my regular updates on this journey, I have spoken of my severed relationship with Coca-Cola, with Squirt and with 44-oz. Mountain Dews from the Gate station down the street.

Some foods I will have to continue avoiding. Cashews still call my name like Olive Oyl toward Popeye when she's been abducted by Bluto (or Brutus, depending on which set of cartoons are on). That's a food I could very easily get back into snarfing at my desk, inhaling an entire can in less than two days.

Now to the truth, ugly as it may be to some:

1) Weight Watchers works. Dropping pounds at a slow, deliberate rate is the best way to do it. And the chance of the pounds coming back are far more remote than if one takes the quick and dirty route, e.g. Atkins. Couple years back, my friend in Alabama dropped 75+ pounds in less than 9 months via Atkins. Guess what? Much of it is back on him, and then some.

2) But much as I believe how well the WW program works, I also believe it has a long way to go for it to be a truly inclusive company. There is an embedded hostility to men I see -- not in all of the leaders and receptionist, however it's present in more of them I've encountered than those who are welcoming to members who possess a frontal limb.

3) With some events coming up in the next few months, I have made the decision to end my participation in Weight Watchers. I made the commitment for 75 pounds, and I was successful. WW is a for-profit corporation, not a civic club. It is a company with a product to sell, so I feel no guilt in discontinuing membership, nor should they feel betrayal in my doing so.

I shall continue my journey toward BWA1 (Beginning With A "1"), and if my weight shows an uptick, then I'll throttle back on foods. I already know the Points™ values of what I eat - they won't confiscate my Points™ calculator, so in that way I still have their "keys to the kingdom."

Saturday, I'm attending the 10:00 meeting and will ask for my 75-pound stone from Miz Tina, the woman who presides over the meetings in Rincon, and the one who looked at me that Cinco De Mayo 2008 day I joined WW, and thought I was too set in my ways to be successful at losing weight.

Something happened, and stubbornness marinated in male ego took over and played a role in helping me to get here. I'm going to look Miz Tina in the eye, and tell her she was mistaken. Boy, did she call this one wrong.

Credit and thanks go to the following people: my wife Seraphim ... Kate/Susan ... Melissa (thanks to her, I kicked my sugared-soda habit) .... and, most of all, to Nettiemac. Without Nettie, I'd probably still be pushing 300, with sleep apnea, stamina problems and the beginning of a lower back problem.

I love you all. Know that.

We have a good bathroom scale, and my intent is to do a weigh-in each weekend as I step out of the shower. As you know, I've dubbed that my "nekkidweight."

If - heaven forbid!! - I were to backslide and find myself inching back toward, say, 240 ... then Weight Watchers will still be there, I know it works and I'll walk in and rejoin. Simple as that.

I will certainly make a post when the BWA1 day arrives. For now, while I'll continue to occasionally touch on the topic of weight, I am finished with weekly updates, and I am hereby retiring the Pound-O-Meter®, which you've seen on the left-hand column of this blog since May 2008.

And there you are. Time marches on, and the weight marches down.

Ciao for niao.

--Skinny-Ass Tal

15 October 2009

A small gain ...

The wages of Birmingham, Alabama ... and (wonderful) places like The Greenbrier Restaurant in Madison, and the hush puppies, the same recipe I ate when I began my love affair with those fried pieces of delectable edible pulchritude, at such a time as I was able to hold one.


Now I'm at -73.2 down. I now lack 1.8 until I get back to 75 pounds. I'm hoping this can be accomplished by Halloween, or at the latest November 5 -- my 18-month anniversary on WW.

Ciao for niao.


01 October 2009

An all-too brief taste of success

I knew I'd be up this week. I just knew it. 5 pounds without some kind of 'correction' would have been too much to believe.

But the fates were most cruel ... I was hoping for no more than +2.2, keeping me at 75.0 even.

Try +2.4. I am now just 2/10 of a pound below the 75 level. Well, shit.

One good thing, though: I won't feel the 'pressure' of staying above goal when I head to Alabanana for a few days next week. As usual, I don't count points during those times -- that said, though, it won't be like last year's Birmingham junket. I've come a long way since then. And I sure as hell won't be making a dive for the Thickburgers. 23 points? That's friggin' obscene. A heart attack on a greasy bun. But anyway....

Allrighty, Saturday I'm going over to Alexander City and watch my son's band play in the Lake Martin band tourney. And then over to Birmingham for some fun, frolic, research and roadgeekin'.

When I get back, also as usual, I'll be back on the wagon. And I'll reclaim 75 ... or my name isn't Talmadge.

Ummmm, wait a minute. It isn't. Well, you get what I mean.

Ciao for niao!

--Talmadge "Birmingham Bound" Gleck