Staff/Contact Info Advertise Classified Ads Submission Guidelines

 

MY SUN DAY NEWS

Proudly Serving the Community of
Sun City in Huntley
 

A little praise goes for a lot of pounds

By Chris La Pelusa

New Yearā€™s was only a couple weeks ago, but Iā€™m sure some people are already starting to question their resolutions.

Pessimistic? No. Not generally, so far as people looking to make a change for the better. However, two years ago, when my former editor told me he quit smoking, I said, ā€œWell, you know what they say. Nobody likes a quitter.ā€ Of course, we had a good-natured relationship. Quips, jokes, jibes were well within the boundaries, and were, in a way, our expression of support.

Momentum slows, though, if the right results arenā€™t regularly achieved. Itā€™s practically a force of physics even on a mental level. This is why Iā€™m not the biggest believer in clean breaks, or resolutions, at the turn of the year. If I remember correctly, my editor didnā€™t quit smoking as a New Yearā€™s resolution. The news came completely out of the blue, thus maintaining my editorā€™s nature as a real newsman.

Iā€™m happy to say that two years later, my editor is still smoke-free and weighs about 50 pounds less, so Iā€™ve heard. I havenā€™t seen him in close to a year, and I can barely imagine the changes in him, which is the same most people say to me when I tell them that I was once 75 pounds heavier than I am now.

My turning point did not come with the turn of the new year. It came, believe it or not, in Benniganā€™s on a fine summer evening where my wife (then girlfriend) and I sat down to have dinner while a dark summer storm rolled in. A snap decision, a clean break, did, however, set the ball rolling.

I was deciding between a big, juicy burger and something else smothered in cheese, piled with fries, and topped with bacon, when the waitress came for our order. Out of nowhere, when she asked what I wanted, I said a grilled chicken salad with a light ranch dressing. I stunned even myself because I only glanced at this menu item, barely took it in, as I sped past the salads on my way to heartier, body-building selections, which was my modus operandi for the three years that led up to this point. I ate whatever I set my eyes on, scaring refrigerators and pantries everywhere I went. I ate like I might not eat again.

Despite that my family is comprised of big eaters (when I was growing up, weā€™d figure one pound of pasta per person should do just right), being BIG was way outside my norm. I was always a skinny kid. Too light for my height. And except for a minor weight gain around 12 years old, which Iā€™m sure was a lead up to puberty, I never was heavy until those three years in my late teens and budding twenties. My normal, natural state is thin. Not to say anyone elseā€™s isnā€™t. But Iā€™m intensely uncomfortable when I get a little, oh, how should I say, thick. Plus, I have an odd body shape. And trust me when I say, I donā€™t look good with some weight on me, which many people can pass off and look great.

Over the past ten years, my weight has fluctuated within a range of only 10, maybe 15 pounds.

The decision I made to lose weight came quick and took on a life of its own. I lost the weight not in years, but in a matter of months, shedding between 2 and 3 pounds a week, which I read was healthy to do. I wasnā€™t starving myself either. In fact, my wife and I were eating desserts, real desserts, almost every night. Seven pounds seemed to be the turning point, the moment people started asking, ā€œHave you lost a little weight?ā€ Once that happened, momentum built, and a little turned into a lot.

Iā€™m currently considering stopping by my former editorā€™s office to see the sleeker, thinner version of him, and say, ā€œHey loser.ā€





Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

*