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Showing posts with label carving. Show all posts

Monday, 12 December 2011

...Losing Weight

I'm fat, plain and simple.  Nine years ago when my wife got pregnant with our beautiful little girl, I weighed 170 lbs.  Two months ago when Kate was diagnosed with her breast cancer, I was 204 lbs.  This morning when I stepped on the scale I was 226.5 lbs.  I look about seven months pregnant.  I need to sit to put on my pants and my shoes.  When I walk, my spare tire seems to defy the laws of physics by jiggling in multiple directions at the same time.

When I get stressed, I stuff food down my gullet with wild abandon.  My wife's cancer is very stressful, for her, and if you'll excuse the self-idulgence, for me.  Our calendar is filled with medical appointments, so I have little time to fit in a workout.  On top of that, I am suffering from a rather serious and protracted bout of soul-crushing, energy-sucking depression and everything takes a Herculean effort to get done (including blogging, which gets done sentence by sentence over the course of hours and days).  One of the antidepressants I am on (Myrtazapine) is apparently notorious for increasing appetite and I'm afraid broccolli does not have the same appeal as, say, chocolate.  In between appointments I like to sleep eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen hours a day, leaving little time for even modest exercise.  Depression sucks, but that's another blog topic for another day.

Bottom line is that I need to lose weight.  Some vanity is at work here.  I don't like the way I look.  More important, I worry about the impact the extra weight could have on my health.  I gnash my teeth at the thought of getting diabetes, or heart disease, or whatever else carrying an extra 40 pounds could mean.  I'm hoping that by blogging about losing weight I will actually force myself to do something to change by being accountable to my admittedly modest - make that very modest - readership.  So off I go to have nap - upstairs in my bedroom.  At least I'll get the extra twenty steps in.

Stay tuned.  In the coming weeks I hope to write about some work projects:  Sewing a pair of lounging pants (and breaking down some gender stereotypes in the process, I hope), making a tool chest for underneath my workbench, making a wood cane and maybe some carving projects.