Hell of a Guy

Weight Control and Other Failings


My retirement began on November 20, 2011, weight gain came with it, and self-control went on vacation.

I am not exactly sure what I weighed on the last day of my long and arduous career, but I can assure you it was not 229lbs. I suppose my weight on that last day of work was somewhere in the neighborhood of 215, and at that time my weight was up from a few years before that. 

Being a fat boy came natural to me. At age 12 I weighed in at 136lbs, about 15-20 pounds heavier than I should have been. Right around the time of my high school graduation yours truly, again lacking any smidgen of self-control porked up to 210lbs and added to that over time. I wore size 46 suits, and trousers came with a 40” waistband. I was big.
I did slim down, albeit briefly, when I enlisted in the Air Force in 1963 and weighed in at a slim and trim, somewhat muscular 195 after Basic Training and held it for about a minute and a half. Damn, I looked good.

Discharge from the service found me back in Baltimore eating everything in sight from fried cheese to small dogs and children…well, not really small children or dogs. In 1972 after being on an eating binge for several years, I tipped the scale at a very pudgy 253, and it was then I decided, once more, to shed some extemporaneous fat. I got down to about 200 then, but, alas, only for a bit.

I equated dieting to a vicious battle. I won some and lost many more. I would put it on and take it off. Once I hit 242 about 1990, I once again decided it was time to shed some poundage, this time it would be for good…ha ha!. I was 46 and amid a severe mid-life crisis. Nothing like a good mid-life awakening, suddenly realizing you are totally unattractive and obese to set you on a collision course with being single. I dieted, I jogged, I starved myself, I did sit ups and pushups, and shaved off enough weight to get this body of mine down to a concentration camp weight of 186. My 6’2” frame with that weight had me looking emaciated and sickly, and, thanks be to God, it did not last long. I settled in between 195 and 200 for a couple of years.

Getting married again did not help the situation. The Nancy and I love to eat, love to eat out, too. Not good. She didn’t maintain her 130 weight, and I sure as hell didn’t hold mine.

So here we are in March 2018. At the beginning of the year we promised ourselves to do something about our current “issue,” we just could not decide what program to try. I looked at Nutrisystem and other programs like it. That one would have cost us about $1000 a month, but the idea of having fully prepared meals arrive was totally abhorrent to me. I like to cook, and I love being in the kitchen. We decided on Weight Watchers, and I am ecstatic we chose it. It works. We started this just 24 days ago, and I am exceedingly happy to report to myself that I am down nearly 15lbs. 

I am so happy with this program and my results (The Nancy is happy, as well), so happy, too, that I was able to go into my closet this morning and fit in some of my clothes from the “B” wardrobe.

Just call me Skinny.

And that is all I have to say about that…

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