So, it all came to a head. At this writing I am laid up in bed with a severe back ache. Yesterday I wrote 3000 words on a novel, coping with the mild back pain I have had for many years now. This morning I woke and it was near crippling.
Back in April 2016, I had gone to a physical exam and was weighed in at 265 lbs. I am 6’2″ and so my BMI at this point lingered in the nether region of 31 to 37 BMI. In other words, obese. Overweight. I felt it with every fiber of my being. Lethargy and depression had gripped me for the better part of 25 years and it has led me to this point.
I would never have thought I’d reach that point. On top of that, I had a high cholesterol count which bordered, the doctor told me, on the point of requiring medication.
Immediately, I took action. It wasn’t hardcore, or at least as hardcore as it should have been. But I realized that this required a lifestyle change. My job as a writer, both creative and technical, required me to sit for long periods at a time. This exacerbated a back injury acquired from being unluckily rear-ended (for the third time) on a highway in Charlotte, North Carolina in February 2016. That accident indoctrinated a prolonged miserable stay in the south where I was relocated for a job. Desperate to keep working, I took the company up on their offer and moved from beautiful New Hampshire to a southern city with none of the charm of the south. It is a corporatized shell of a city with unhealthy franchise restaurants throughout. Unlike Charlotte that has healthy choices, Rock Hill, South Carolina does not. But that is another story …
The choice was to walk along the Catawba River, which we did for at least three miles a day, which was manageable in the springtime. Summer came, alas, and blasted us with ungodly heat and so the walking became less.
Not to belabor a story, I brought my weight down by the summer of 2017 to 237 pounds. Technically I was still considered overweight. I had a BMI of 31. My ideal weight should be between 185-195 pounds.
I felt good that I was at least in the 230s. I feel like the weight I dropped was accomplished with relative ease. But it was still too much. I let it lapse, sucked into a negative vortex where my dislike of the south and missing New England, the heat and the sedentary habits of a corporate job and writing at home slowly brought my weight up to where it stands today: 245.4 pounds.
So, my last choice is to put myself in the spotlight. I am using a phone app to count calories and keep track of my walking. I will reduce my calories by keeping it well under the suggested caloric intake for a person of my size. That is, 1000 calories or so less.
This will be drastic and hopefully for the better.
I am in so much pain that writing this post is difficult.
Wish me luck.