100 Days

You knew the weigh in on the 100th day wasn’t going to be easy, right?

If you thought I would waltz into the gym this morning and pump out a 298 reading on the scale, then walk off with a smile on my face then, you just don’t know me very well.

I got up super early today because I had to go guest host on the morning radio show here in town. So at 6:30 I rose and realized that I didn’t really have to be in the studio until about 7:30. I was excited, almost like a kid on Christmas. This is the day where, if everything goes well, I will A) get under 300 for the first time in years, B) go to Denver, one of America’s finest cities, for lunch, C) see my old roommate in Colorado Springs, my old place of living D) Get filthy drunk and enjoy good food in moderation.

So it was easy to get up. I went right to the gym and decided I would just weigh in and leave. That is, until I got on the scale.

It was a bit of a kick in the crotch when I weighed in. All I wanted was a 299.9 reading. That would have made me very happy. So what happened? I hit 300 on the fucking dot!

Now, that is a one pound loss since Tuesday and progress was made. No doubt 300 is a milestone for me, and something that I was pretty happy to achieve. But I wanted to be under 300.

So I looked over at the elliptical machine. Looked at the clock and decided to fucking go for it. I climbed on for 22 minutes, a quick 400 calories, and got the fuck off.

I weighed in again.

299.2.

And there you have it. I did it. I got under 300 for the first time in nearly six years. Sure, maybe I had to shed some water weight to do it, and maybe the celebratory two parmesan bagels with jalapeno cheddar cream cheese put me back over the 300 mark, but who the fuck cares? I never planned on being under 300 after this weekend. But I did it, even if it was for a few minutes.

So success, I suppose, is the final result of the 100 days.

However, in no way am I done. As my friend Guy pointed out, now it is just a happy jaunt down to 270. And then it will be the same thing down to 250 and 240 and 230, if I choose to go that far.

So I don’t have any smug pride on my face today because this thing isn’t over. But the fact that I lost 71 pounds in 100 days is an amazing accomplishment, one I will talk about for years and years. A year ago I could only imagine this kind of thing. But now, with some simple changes, I am living it. I really hope I can be an example to every fatty out there who just can’t figure out how to lose weight. It’s not that hard, really. All you need is a minimal knowledge of your body and the desire to really change.

Thank you guys, so much for following me through this time. It meant a lot to me that so many people took time out of their lives to keep up with this journey. There is no doubt that I never would have done this without this blog. This may have been the best idea I have ever had. I needed to do this for someone other than myself, and you guys provided that extra pressure. When I wanted to blow this diet up, I always thought about the readers I would be disappointing in the process. You guys took a rooting interest in this quest and I knew that I couldn’t let you down. So keep me going all the way to 270, please. Because now I am simply less fat than I was before. I don’t just want to be less fat. I want to be healthy.

And if you keep doing it for me, I will keep doing it for you.

Thanks.