The Beginning

I live in Boston, and I am fat.

I am 6'2", male, 34 years old, and weigh 312 lbs according to my bathroom scale.

I check three different "What is my ideal weight" websites, and the gife three different "ideal weights" for my height and build, however the highest one is only 245.   One site even gave my results with the helpful notice "You may wish to consult your physician for medical help."  However you look at it, I'm probably 100 lbs overweight. 

As I understand it, this puts me in good company.  Most Americans are overweight to one degree or another.  

But I have had enough.  I'm tired of getting out of breath walking up a hill.  I'm tired of my knees hurting.  I'm tired of it being impossible to find clothes that fit.  And (to be honest) I'm tired of being single.  I doubt that my figure has been my biggest obstacle in that regard, but it's the one I feel I can do something about.

So why this blog?  Well, I've told myself to do something about my condition for years now.  Maybe by forcing myself to be honest in these writings, I'll stop lying to myself about "Oh, I'll start tomorrow."

So what are my goals?  Well, I don't have a weight in mind.  Asking me what my target weight is is kind of liking asking the Wright Brothers how far they wanted to fly.  At this point any downward movement in my weight would be an achievement.  Once I've attained some weight loss, I'll start thinking about where I want to stop.

So how am I to go about this?  Really, this is the easy part.  In the last week, almost the entirety of my meals have been fast-food.  "Subway" sandwiches are the closest I get to health food.  So, an end to bad food, overeating, and an attempt to increase my exercise.   That'll be the hard part.  I'll probably have to start with walking; I doubt I'm up to anything more strenuous.  One day, I hope to get back to swimming.  In my youth I was quite a good swimmer and the low-impact environment of the pool should be beneficial to me.  But for now I simply can't face the idea of someone seeing my in a bathing suit. (No, it's not a problem unique to "Cathy.")

That brings me to the most difficult part of this exercise: the psychological aspect.  True self-improvement requires a delicate balance of self-confidence and self-loathing.  You must feel yourself worthy of improvement and yet dislike what you see in the mirror enough to want to change it.  Usually, I fall into the self-deprecating side - feeling like I'm not worth getting better and turning to (What else?) food to comfort me.

I'm going to try to keep the emo in this blog to a minimum.  My intention here is to describe what I have done/am doing to lose weight and how I feel about the process.  I welcome any comments or suggestions, though I may not respond to them.  This is a personal journey (though I hate how cliche that sounds.)