As of today, I have officially lost 50 pounds. It’s been 6 months in the making and while I honestly hate talking about it, people have been asking why. There’s a story here.
I’ve had many thoughts that I need to get in better shape. My wife and I got an annual family membership to the YMCA for Thanksgiving last year in part so the children could play and swim, but also so I could work out more.
In that first month of exercise, I started to notice some back pain around my liver or kidney and was worried about it. I dealt with it for a while but on December 21, 2023, it was starting to worry me so I visited the doctor who ordered an ultrasound and then later I had to get an MRI.
The pain was thankfully due to issues with my back muscle, but they did identify a fatty liver. I honestly do not drink, so it was solely due to my being obese. It was at that moment in December I decided I needed to lose weight and not just exercise. So for the past nearly six months, I have been counting every calorie diligently and not going over 2,000 calories a day.
People have asked if I feel better or noticed. Until mid-May, the answer was honestly no. My radical change came at the end of May when my pants are not fitting, sit-ups are getting easier, as well as push-ups. I don’t know if I have more energy, I’m still annoyed I can’t just eat whatever I want, but I have been diligent and will continue to do so.
I don’t like talking about losing weight but wanted to take one minute to brag. I’ve intentionally dodged the question in person, and probably will still do so. (Sorry Angie!) But as my wife says, she wants me to stay around for another twenty extra years if I lose this weight, so I’m doing it for myself and my family.
I don’t have any other goals beyond this other than maintaining that 2,000 calories. So I’m happy where I am, if I lose more, that’s fine. Anyways, talking about this is annoying, time to go do something else. Go take care of yourself if you need to.