Howdy friends, family, foes, fiends, and all you funky folks!
So, hopefully you remember or will go back into my archives and read some of my other “Damn, I’m Fat Again” articles.
Here’s the deal: I stepped on the scale this morning, and let’s just say it was a bit of a humbling experience. After losing 30 pounds earlier this year, I’ve been stuck at 222 lbs for what feels like forever (really about 3 or 4 weeks). So — Damn, I’m fat again — or at least, I feel like I am. (See Dean punch himself over and over.)
Now, before you start with the “Oh, you’re not fat!” or “You’ve already lost so much!” — let me stop you right there. I appreciate the love, but let’s call a spade a spade. I’ve hit a real monster plateau, and it’s frustrating as all hell. My jeans aren’t tight, my shirts aren’t straining, and I know it’s not a crisis, but it’s definitely pissing me off, so I am looking at why I haven’t lost more!
But here’s the thing: I’m not quitting. Not even close. In fact, I’ve figured out why my diet’s been failing to push me past this plateau, and I’ve got some wins to celebrate too — like my A1-C dropping from 7.4 to 5.9. So, grab a snack (no, just a carrot or celery stick, if you’re feeling virtuous), and let’s talk about it.
