As of this morning, I weigh 192 pounds. I’m 5’10” which means that I have a BMI index of 27.5. This firmly puts me in the area of overweight. I know that BMI isn’t the only thing to take into consideration when talking about weight as it doesn’t differentiate between muscle mass and fat, but I’m far from a very muscular person. Frankly, I understand that I’ve allowed myself to become quite chunky. Ideally, I’d like to get myself back to around the 170 mark. Just over 20 pounds of weight loss. That doesn’t come easily. It’s going to require a radical improvement of my diet and a much more serious commitment to exercising on a regular basis. Sure there are weird diet pills and zany techniques to help you lose weight, but I’d rather keep it simple, fewer calories in and more calories burned. Simple, straightforward, and effective.
So why am I writing this on my blog? It’s not like any of you can actually physically control what I eat or force me to go for a run. What you can do though is hold me accountable.
I know a bunch of my family reads this and generally speaking they want what’s best for me so if I’m posting Instagram pictures of a greasy burger maybe just maybe let me know about the abhorrent amount of calories I’m ingesting. You can go hard with it too, two comedians I really like, Tom Segura and Bert Kreischer had a competition between themselves to see who could lose more weight and they had each of their fan bases aggressively fat-shame the other to keep them encouraged. This isn’t a good way to encourage normal people, but I think having friends and family do something similar could work for me. Why? Because I’m stubborn and competitive. When people tell me I suck at something or I’m screwing right up my first reaction is always something along the lines of “What a tool, I’ll show them.” I was raised well so I don’t verbalize this rude thought of mine, but it’s there. I’d like to see if I can utilize it to help me slim down. If not this post will be on the internet forever and I’ll have to just own up to the personal failure of my own making. That sounds infuriating.