I hate the term “diet.” A diet is something you start and don’t finish. It’s something that generally ends in failure. After nearly 50 years on this earth, I know enough about how everything works to understand that this has to be more about a lifestyle change than dieting.
I weighed in on Day One at 290.5 and grimaced like I’d just sucked a slice of lemon. The scale was just reaffirming what my pants were already telling me: “You’re fat, Jack. That’s a fact!”
Truthfully, I was a little bit relieved that I wasn’t at the 300 lb. mark. I’ve flirted with the big 3-Oh-Ohhhhh several times in my life, but I’ve always managed to steer clear. But here I am, within spitting distance of it.