So, two years ago this week, I was pushing the scales at 440 lbs. My wife and I began the South Beach Diet and seven months later I was down in the 375 lbs range, once weighing in at 372. Then Katrina hit, and we did our best, but by the time we moved back to New Orleans in December of 2005, I was at 399 lbs. Since Mickelle was pregnant, it wasn't healthy for her to do a strict South Beach regimen, so I tried to do it by myself. I was able to get down to 378 at one point, prompting me to hope that I would make 360 by the end of the year. My friend Paul Dunn bet me that I wouldn't (solely to motivate me) and I lost that bet. On 12-31-06, I weighed 389 lbs.
I got lazy, got apathetic, whatever. I began to gain weight again. I wasn't doing much different, but my body was soaking up what I put into it with gusto. Two weeks ago, I determined to begin the South Beach Diet, Phase 1, again today. This morning, I tipped the scales at 400.7 lbs. There's something about 400 lbs that scares the hell out of me. I'm not so worried about my health, which is fine (191 cholesterol, BP avg 130/75, pulse at rest-68 bpm, blood sugar =100, I can touch my toe to my nose). I just don't want to be a spectacle. I want my clothes to fit better. I want to be able to be more comfortable. I don't want my weight to prevent me from doing stuff.
I will lose 40 lbs by July 22nd, and keep it off up until that date.
Paul, if you want your $10, tell me and I will give it to you. Or we can go double or nothing that I weigh 360.7 lbs or less on July 22, 2007. Your choice. Mine too.