Week 16 Weigh-In: 244 Pounds

I tell ya, I was just retaining a lot of water last week. There’s no logical reason I’d lose 4 pounds one week, then a half-pound the next, then four-and-a-half pounds the week after that. There’s even no logical reason dietwise.

I’m trying to think of what I did differently in terms of eating or exercise, and it’s really not turning up a lot. The only real thing I can think of was that I ate more hot sauce this week (Mexican hot sauce with Mexican food cheat, and a few mornings I put Tabasco or Sriracha on my breakfast quesadilla) and more fruit (brought home some sliced mango and some grapes from Costco and ended up being the primary eater of the mango).

I got a little bit more exercise in the last week, getting out and walking a bit more. I weighed in at 245 yesterday morning. Then we were going to go meet up with one of my son’s little friends and his family at a park, and my wife hadn’t realized that the entire point of the park is a 1.25 mile nature walk down to the beach with an accompanying 450-foot drop in elevation that’s not gradual (there are steep parts of the trail and not-steep parts of the trail). So I ended up on an unexpected 2.5 mile hike, helping push, pull, or carry the baby stroller up and down parts of the trail. Since our friend who invited us hadn’t warned us, she helped with some of the baby transport on uphill portion of the return trip from the beach.

I also realized, that even at 245, I probably outweighed the women by 90-100 pounds or more, so even when all I had to get up the hills was me, the weight I was pushing was equal to one of the women strapping both four-year-olds and the baby to her.

My baby weighed in at 19 pounds at his recent check-up. I’ve lost twice that, and I have more than three times that to go. The weight I still have to go is just about equal to the combined weight of my children.

Think about that. I not only carry my children with me in my heart, but on my thighs, around my waist… Every step I took, every time I pushed myself up a hill, I was pushing the me that should be, plus two children worth of excess me, and that’s after losing nearly 40 pounds.

It’s amazing to me, when I pick up my boys, to realize that I’ve already lost close to one of my oldest and just slightly more than two of the baby. Carrying them around in my arms gets tiring after a while, but I was carrying that around 24/7. And I’ve still got their combined weight to go before I reach my goal.

Wow.

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