As of Sunday, I have officially lost 82 pounds. That’s the good news. The bad news, of course, is that now I weigh ‘only’ 336 pounds.
Hi there! My name’s Richard Gant, and if you’ve been reading this blog from the beginning (way back in August 15, 2015), you might recognize that opening paragraph as a paraphrase of the very first paragraph I ever wrote in this blog. If you haven’t been reading this for all that time, I’m a husband, a father of an active eight-year-old, a stockbroker who works in equity compensation, a ninth gup in Taekwondo, an amateur writer, and a would-be guitarist. And way back in July of 2015, I weighed 418 pounds.
Four years later, I still haven’t hit my target weight of 220 pounds. But I have taken 82 pounds off, and I’ve kept those 82 pounds off. And that’s still an accomplishment in my book.
I’ve spent the last year or so focused in n other things. Things that were of genuine importance (for the most part), but which took my eyes off my physical health. And, to be honest, many of those things are still present in my life. But I’m also starting to remind myself that health and physical activity are important parts of my life. I do Taekwondo with my son three days a week, and we’re trying to build that into six days a week as we practice at home, and that’s become a valuable bonding time with him. Walking is stress relief for me, both at and after work. And I feel and sleep better when I exercise and eat well.
It’s a struggle. Don’t let me kid you into thinking it’s not. Health’s important, but the important often gets lost when confronted by the urgent (to paraphrase a dimly-remembered thing Stephen Covey said).
I’ve lost about 40% of the weight I red to get off, so I’ve got a long way to go. But, as I said back in that first post, I’m changing my life. So, technically, I’ve got my whole life left to go.