So. I’m morbidly obese. I have a body-mass index of almost 40. I’m 6’2″ and weigh 310 pounds (on my bathroom scale, which also thinks I weigh 317 and 298, so precision isn’t guaranteed; but what’s a few pounds here or there once you get over 300?). I like the term “obese,” because it’s much more scientific than plain old “fat,” which is also what I am.
It’s the morbidly part I’m not as crazy about. I’ve been morbidly curious driving by an accident on the freeway. I’ve been morbidly interested walking through the living room while Erin watches one of the reality shows on MTV. And I’ve been morbidly obese for some time. In fact, the BMI tables suggest that a man my height ought to be closer to 195 pounds, but I haven’t weighed under 200 since I was in junior high school.
The reason it concerns me now — finally — is that the concept of mortality is starting to become more real to me. I’m 47 years old, and all of my grandparents lived well into their 80s, both my parents are alive in their 70s, so the family pattern is good. But 47 is a lot closer to dead than 27 was, and I’m starting to experience some of the aches and pains that I’m sure would be a lot better if I wasn’t carrying around 80 pounds of, ahem, dead weight.
I’m also tired to having to play the “fat guy” roles on stage. I’d like to see what it would be like to audition for any role (except fat guys, of course) without worrying about whether I’m too big to play a part. Plus it would help me dance better, and believe me, I need all the help I can get there.
So it’s time to do something about it. I’m going to use Rick Gallop’s “G.I. Diet” again: I’ve been moderately successful twice before (once before I’d even read his book and made many of the same choices on my own). The last time was in 2008 when I lost a bit over 50 pounds… then gained it back when I took a job in Warren and started eating fast food for lunch every day again. This time I’m taking it in 20 pound increments (I’ve lost the first five typing this blog entry! okay, since Monday) with a long-term goal of 80 pounds, which would get me to 230. From there, we’ll see what happens.
I’m going to blog now and then about it so you can keep score at home. I figure this will be an additional motivation to keep going, since I’ve told you my plans publicly. So feel free to nag me if I don’t give an update.