Weight, Weight… Don’t Tell Me

It would be an understatement to say I was slow out of the blocks in terms of a New Year’s resolution to shed the weight that crept back up on me across the fall, but today’s finally that long delayed day that I moved out of neutral and into first gear by taking that first step — literally — onto the scale, which read: 234.8.

That’s actually better than I expected, fearing I’d climbed back up to 240. So I’ll take that little victory and go forward and downward with it.

The second — and perhaps most important — step in the process is the task of rather meticulously tracking and logging my calories and keeping them somewhere in the 2,500-3,000 per day range. As of writing this I’ve had 124 grams of banana along with 32 grams of peanut butter spread atop  45-gram Clif Mojo bar. Add to that a couple cups of coffee with Coffeemate and sugar that I started my day with and I’ve already input some 600 calories. Like I said: meticulous. I can’t emphasis enough how key this regulation/awareness/moderation aspect is to the whole process. Case in point: with peanut butter it’s just waaaay too easy to take a tablespoon and scoop out double or triple a single-serving turning 190 calories into 600 without a second thought.

Third comes the output. In addition to the biking and walking that I enjoy, I’m going to include a couple new exercise options that I am not so enamored with but are necessary: jogging and weight training. In fact at some point today I’ll make my way into the backyard to dust off the old curling bar with a couple sets of a variety of presses, curls and rows and later head out to the relative solitude of the LA River’s east bank to plod out a mile or so — hopefully in a continuous fashion somewhere in the neighborhood of 12 minutes.

With a plan simply to burn more calories every day than those I consume, my first stage goal is to be at 220 pounds by May 1, with an ultimate goal to be at 200 by September 1.

Here we go.

UPDATED (4:21p.m.): There’s something about that first day of total commitment to a healthier eating regimen that’s nothing less than a total rush of mental switches getting flipped to GO. I’ve only had about 1,200 calories at this point in the day (and I’m not hungry), and I cranked out three sets of six arm/upper body lifts before heading over to the river’s east bank as planned and lumbering through an 11-minute mile — the first continuous one I’ve run in five years, at least. It wasn’t pretty, but you’ve gotta start somewhere.

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Will Campbell arrived in town via the maternity ward at Good Sam Hospital way back in OneNineSixFour and has never stopped calling Los Angeles home. Presently he lives in Silver Lake with his wife Susan, their cat Rocky, dogs Terra and Hazel, and a red-eared slider turtle named Mater. Blogging since 2001, Will's web endeavors extend back to 1995 with laonstage.com, a comprehensive theater site that was well received but ever-short on capital (or a business model). The pinnacle of his online success (which speaks volumes) arrived in 1997, when much to his surprise, a hobby site he'd built called VisuaL.A. was named "best website" in Los Angeles magazine's annual "Best of L.A." issue. He enjoys experiencing (and writing about) pretty much anything creative, explorational and/or adventurous, loves his ebike, is a better tennis player than he is horr golfer, and a lover of all creatures great and small -- emphasis on "all."