Milady started Weight Watcher's last month. Since we married in 2003, I've gained a few pounds. It's time to lose weight and we're both watching our points.
She's going to meetings and learning all she can, and weighing-in and making progress. I'm piggy-backing off her learning and weighing in on a home scale every Thursday afternoon when I get home from work.
It's amazing how quickly you watch what you eat when you make a commitment to make a list, every day, of what you consume. It's frightening. It's also cool. I've fought weight all my life. Being in Army helped, because I had to maintain a certain PT level. The commander wanted to play "Show and Tell" every so often, and failing a PT test or the semi-annual weigh-in is detrimental to an officer's career. I retired from the Guard in 1999 and quit running. My max weight for the Army was 196, and I brushed against it my last year in uniform. When I retired, I quit running and I've gained about 10 pounds a year since then.
It's hard on my heart, hard on my legs, and I can tell I'm carrying too much weight. It's time to trim up. I want to live to be a hundred so I can aggravate my kids.
When we began a month ago, I weighed in at 260.8 pounds. Now, exactly 4 weeks later, I'm at 252.0 pounds according to my bathroom scale. That's two pounds a week and not bad for an old fart. I've started back walking and we'll keep this up until I'm back to my fighting weight, somewhere about 175 pounds.
Life goes on.