And This Time I Mean It

After last months traumatic visit to my evil endocrinologist (not blogged, too graphic) at which I was told I'm going to die a horrible and painful death, that losing weight is a piece of cake, and that I'm a disgrace to my wife and children, I decided two things:

1. Find a new doctor
2. Jump start Operation: Get Healthy or Die Trying.

Now, this is about the 112th time I've tried to restart this thing in the past 12 years, but I'm hopeful that this time is different. In the past I would cut back for a day, maybe even a week, and tie it all in with a token visit to the gym.

This time, I've made some significant changes. I've been eating breakfast at home, skipping the cafeteria, Dunkin Donuts, and Mcdonalds. I've also been sporting a reasonable, light lunch (courtesy my wife). I've been eating smaller meals more frequently, which has helped me to avoid episodes of overwhelming hunger. Most importantly, I've been hitting the gym three (trying to four) times a week for serious exercise. Honestly, this is the best I've done at sticking with a program for at least 8 years, if not longer.

I'm seeing the benefits, too. Specifically:

• much improved blood glucose control (in the 100 range both morning and evening)
• reduced weight. A recent doctors visit showed 5.5 lb reduction in a month. The home scale registers 284.1 lbs (yes, I am indeed a big fat pig)
• normal poop like most humans produced.

So, I share this in an effort to keep me going. I deferred a month, wanting to make sure I stuck with things. My immediate goal is to be 250lbs by the new year. It's 1.5 lbs per week, so hopefully I can gut this out.