Slow and Steady Wins the Race!

A one pound weight loss for the week is definitely slow, it could probably even be considered as steady, however, I sure doesn't feel like I will be winning any races. I'm getting a bit concerned about the downward trend of my weight loss results i.e. the first week 4lbs, second week 2 lbs, and the third week (last week) 1 lb. I am looking into purchasing a scale that will weigh down to the ounce so next week I can continue to report a loss and stay encouraged by it. Picture this: "Dear Blog, I am proud to report that last week my weight loss efforts remained steady - I lost 3.5 ounces! Can you believe it?"
I've got a better idea - How about I ramp up my efforts to burn calories and increase my efforts to reduce my caloric intake? Immediately after I finish this post - I will hammer out a specific eating and exercise plan for this week and do my best to follow it (I won't bore you with posting that plan). I would also like to make a weight loss goal for this week - my goal is to break the 290 lb barrier, I am 5 lbs and 1 ounce away from making that happen, I truly believe that I can do it. Rah Rah Shish-boom ba!
Rather that just make a boring post each week that chronicles my weight loss results, I'd like to add something that will keep you wanting to come back to read (and reply to) my posts. I am thinking of something that may be helpful to other fatsters out there, something that may inspire / encourage fellow diabetics (did I mention that I am an insulin dependent diabetic?), something that is informative for people who do not have to continually struggle with the weight game, or something along those lines.
Today I want to mention a few things that really stink about being a fat guy.
1. The word 'obese' means extremely fat or very overweight. Although there are many many obese people in the world I often find myself the fattest person in a given group of people. It's something that I subconsciously do everywhere I go, a restaurant, a church or work meeting, standing in line - I look around and check to see if I am the "El Grande" and most of the time I am. That stinks.
2. Bending down to tie my shoes is kind of like snorkeling: There is only so much time to get the job done before you run out of oxygen and die. I can't really explain this phenomenon, but for some reason bending down to tie my shoes chokes of all the blood circulation to my head. That stinks too.
3. My wife and I went to a "One Man Band" restaurant a month ago. We sat down at a booth that I literally had to get out the Vaseline and grease up my gut and the stall so I could fit in it. Often times I have to 'shoehorn' myself into a given chair and I greatly fear that when I stand up I am going to need a trio of strong men to pull the chair off my behinder. And - have you noticed that they make a lot of cheap chairs this day and age? I don't dare to put my full weight on these chairs because I am afraid of being the guy that breaks the chair and in effort to prevent an embarrassing fall, I bring the whole Thanksgiving feast down with me. That stinks as well.
4. Lastly, (there are many many more) I don't like living with the fear that, because I am greatly overweight, my health is in grave jeopardy. According to medical doctors, my ticker could give up any day, my blood pressure could go sky high, heart disease, stroke, premature death, cancer, breathing problems, whew.....It's a good thing that I am doing something about it. Stinky.
I don't want to sound depressing and I am definitely not looking for sympathy. I am just preparing for the time when I am fit as a fiddle and I can look back on these words and remember how bad it stinks to be in this condition.

I'll finish this up by offering the following bits of inspiration:
I frequently play basketball with a group of guys at work during our lunch break. Most of us have never met a shot that we didn't like. One particular day, the shortest member of the group (who normally makes most of his three pointers) was having a bad day at the three-point-line. In jest, I was teasing him about being O-fer many (a term meaning zero for many - i.e. he has taken many shots and made zero) he quickly responded by draining a three pointer and declared "In the immortal words of Allen Iverson - one for eleven is better than zero for ten". How is this inspiring? Well, a one pound weight loss is better than zero, and 290 lbs is more desirable than 291 lbs.
Slow and steady really does win the race, just ask the tortoise.
Cecil later.