"A few of the last week's comments focused on not settling for not being as fat. That resonated with me—not being as fat isn't good enough."
There were so many terrific, thoughtful comments on my diet post last week about how much I should weigh that I've been reflecting (not obsessing) about that very same question all week.
There are lots of positives about my current weight:
- My wife has marveled at my weight loss. She tells me all the time how good I look.
- I move so much better around the squash court, and of course, I don't get tired as easily when I play.
- People who know me reasonably well but see me infrequently immediately comment on how much weight I've lost when they do see me.
Even my brother, who sees me all the time, commented when he met me for lunch at Pizzeria Mezzaluna yesterday: "Man, you are getting thin." The serious eaters at World HQ have also taken note. Robyn told me at lunch this week that she really began to notice my weight loss after I came back from Miami a month ago.
But you know what? After reading all the comments on last week's post I've decided I still have a ways to go. I'm headed for 200, serious eaters. I don't know if I can get there, but I'm going to give it a shot. Why?
My wife pointed out that I weighed less than 200 when we got married in 1978. Back then I had almost no gut and I could dunk a tennis ball. I believe I had a 36" or 38" waist. I wasn't painfully thin; I was just thin enough.
A few of the last week's comments focused on not settling for not being as fat. That resonated with me—not being as fat isn't good enough.
I still have a fair-sized gut, meaning there is plenty of fat around my midsection that could and should go. Although I feel great about what I have accomplished so far on my serious diet, there is still a bit more fat and weight to lose. Acknowledging that fact (and fat) is actually empowering, not disappointing.
So I'm going to set 200 pounds as my goal. It's going to take me a while to get there, so you're going to have to bear with these diet posts a little longer. And you know what? I just might keep posting about my diet if and when I do get down to 200. Because posting about my weight may be the most effective weight loss tool I've ever devised for myself. It keeps me honest, and, let's face it—fear of humiliation is a great motivator. Plus, I feel if I would be letting some of you serious eaters down if I backslid in a significant way.
I don't know how I'm going to fare this week—the daily weigh-ins have been inconclusive. Yesterday I stopped at Bouchon Bakery for some treats for the folks at World HQ to try, including a maple bacon brioche you are definitely going to be hearing about. Also, Adam and I paid a visit to a serious pizzaiolo about to open a pizzeria on Bleecker Street. Needless to say, I did sample his seriously delicious pizza. But the key, I hope, is the word "sample." We'll see.
224. Same as last week. That's all right. I'm still in the groove. 200 pounds here I come. Maybe I'll get there, maybe I won't, but it's worth a shot.