Location: Loveland, CO.
Preoccupations: God, words and tunes.
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One Small Step for Man, One Giant Leap for the Fat Guy Who’s Actually Now Physically Capable of Leaping....
(or, Beardless in Cyberspace)
Perhaps trivial to everyone but me, but still....
A brief (for me, at least) history:
On my marriage day in 1985 I was 199. And danged sick. Byrnes and Neblung, who were two of my groomsmen, will testify to all of this despite their “wassled-ness.” But that’s a couple different pathetically funny stories for another time.
Anyway, by the fall of 1994 I was up to 298, and while I’m 6’3” one can only hide it so well. I’m pretty sure it was the moment someone mistook me for the brother of the rather slovenly overweight publisher of the newspaper I was working for at the time that I said, “OK, that does it....”
And yes, that was 14 years ago. It gets better, and worse, and better, and worse, and better, and worse, and so on, before it gets better (hopefully for good). Anyway, the first of many diets began.
And yet by fall 1996 I was back to 298. Which I think is when I went low-carb for the first time. Got down below 240 by late Spring of ’97, and since that was a “threshold” weight that allowed me more freedom, soon discovered I couldn’t handle said freedom. Ballooned back up to 270 or so before making another valiant attempt in 2000-2001. Got below 240 again. Same thing.
And so by Thanksgiving 2004 I was at 298. AGAIN. And yeah, a tad pissed. But as God as my witness, I’d never be po’(rky) again. Well, at least by that much anyway.
Got serious. Got down below 240. And kept going. By the time I moved to Colorado I was down to 229. And with no family out here for seven weeks, took it down to 222. And needless to say it was a LONG time since I’d seen that (probably ’91). Then I got the family, struggled to stay disciplined, but kept it in the 230s, even with going back-and-forth to Jersey the following year to deal with my mom’s estate. And then my brother-in-law moved in with us, my meal options got lousier, and I stopped trying again, even after he’d found his own place several months later. And so by July ’07 I was back to 264. Aaargh.
And so, once more into the breach. Only this time I 1) made a point of exercising very regularly and pushing it, and 2) making the increase in carbs more incremental and less dramatic (so I had time to figure out what I really could handle and make more sensible choices). Also, I swore that if I ever DID get down to 199 (the aforementioned marriage weight), I’d shave this danged beard off that I’ve had for the last 8 or so years. (Jessica says I grew it when she was 12, so I’ll take her word for it.)
In short: Today, it is accomplished, and a baby-faced 47-year-old types before you. Marion says she feels like a “cougar” (look it up if y’r not up on yr pop slang), but honestly, that works for me, too. 
In any case, I’m finally and officially un-overweight. I’d still like to drop another 10 or so pounds. I’ve been as low as 170 – once during the high/lowpoint of my Tension Envelopes speedfreak period, and again when I met Marion, that time enhanced by a week-long hospital stay after my first round of gastroenteritis (I haven’t had it since our honeymoon, though). Not quite Byrnesian in my elongated twigginess, but nonetheless pretty damned skinny. I don’t need to go THAT far. High 180s would be nice, though, especially with this extra skin I’d like to minimize (sorry for the graphic, but when y’r overweight for nearly 25 years – let alone by as much as 100 pounds – it happens). Being in Colorado now, where the outdoors are actually enjoyable, will certainly help.
And who knows whether I'll keep the beard off? That's up to "the cougar."
Right now, I'm basking in the symbolism.
So for now: Congratulate me, boys (since as far as I know, that's all that visits here these days)....
