Hello there, old friend. How are things? Doing well? I know, I know; it’s been too long since we last spoke. I’m sorry. Amanda’s a hog when it comes to her blog.
In all seriousness, we’ve been talking about me coming back to write for sometime now, just never figuring out what I should write about. Until yesterday…
Yesterday, I hopped on a scale and saw a number I haven’t seen in almost 8 years.
I’ve struggled with my weight for many years. I’ll be honest, I’m a fan of food. I enjoy snacks. While Amanda was pregnant with Camryn, it was the worst: if Amanda had a craving, I would go out and get whatever she wanted and see it as an excuse to get myself something as well. This happened pretty much EVERY TIME she had a craving. This brought me up to 255 lbs, the heaviest I had ever been. To put this into perspective, my senior year of high school I weighed 170, and by the end of college I got up to around 195-200. I was always happy with my weight, and happy with myself; I didn’t look “fat”, and when I told people how much I weighed, people could never believe it. Now, fast forward again to Cam’s birth, and I was the biggest I had ever been. But I was ok! I was comfortable with myself, married to a beautiful woman who loved me for who I was, life was good.
Let’s fast forward one more time, to Ellie’s birth. I was NOT feeling well at all. My weight had stayed at 255, never having really moved from there since. I would have tightness in my chest, and an odd pain that felt like sunburn in the middle of my torso. I go to the doctor and find out that my spleen had swelled, and a change would need to happen. There I decided to change my eating habits, snack less, and be better to myself.
I eventually dropped to 235, and was eating better; the pain went away, and x-rays showed that my spleen was back to normal. I felt great! Or I thought I did. I had lost 20 lbs, but I was still VERY tired and breathing heavy, and extremely lazy. I would struggle to get out of bed (let’s face it though, I’ve never been a morning person), and I would not help out around the house because of my laziness.
Now I want to welcome a friend of mine, a guy by the name of Dave Ramsey. Who’d have thought a guy who helps people with their money woes would help this guy right here with his weight? Two months ago, Amanda and I made the decision to follow the advice of this Dave guy; we had decided enough is enough with our debt, we want to get rid of it. So, we began budgeting, writing out a grocery list based on our budget. Doing this little thing has had an amazing effect on me. Remember that scale I hopped on in the beginning of this blog post? It said I weighed 200.2 lbs. I haven’t weighed that since college! I haven’t felt this great in years. All because we are budgeting. I’m very conscious of what’s in the fridge and the pantry, since we’re budgeting, and want to make sure I only eat what I need. Just so we’re clear: I’m not starving myself! I’m eating plenty, but I’m eating what I need, nothing more than that. My energy is great, It’s been night-and-day when it comes to helping around the house, and I’m getting up at 6am pretty much every morning (still not a morning person, but the struggle is definitely not as bad as it was!).
In the two months we’ve started, I’m 30 pounds down and feeling better than I have in a decade.
Who would have thought trying to lower our debt would end up lowering my weight?
And please don’t mind the most recent pictures below; it was Labor Day weekend, I didn’t feel like shaving. Or matching my clothes.
BEFORE (Spring of this year):
NOW (Labor Day Weekend):