Chasin' Mason

I am a Hilltopper.  That's right.  I'm a proud Western Kentucky University alumni. Needless to say, I followed Friday night's game against Kansas with real excitement.  At times, I found myself getting "crappy" with the game and cursing from time to time.  In the end, Kansas topped the Toppers. On my way home from work, I thought a lot about the game.  Normally, I am not a "sports" person, but I noticed some parallels between the game and my weight loss adventure this week. Scales and Baskets Stepping on the scale this week was like trying to sink that three-pointer but it just wouldn't go in.  I have a bad habit of weighing myself every day.  I've tried to break it but I just can't seem to stop.  I have to see the number, good or bad. The number hasn't changed much this week.  I'm down three pounds which makes my current weight 359. Believe it or not, that's a bit closer to Weight Watchers' grand schem...

As this week's title suggests, I have lost enough weight that my clothes are starting to sag. It's a rather new feeling for me.  Only once in my life have I decreased my clothing sizes.  That happened in the summer of 2007. Earlier that year, a doctor diagnosed me with severe sleep apnea.  Shortly afterwards, he ordered me to use a CPAP machine, a mechanical terror hell-bent on robbing me of precious sleep.  Ironic, right? After struggling with the machine, my doctor suggested I have surgery to try to correct the condition. Five surgeries later (all happened at the same time), I began to drop the pounds.  At one point, I dropped 60 pounds.  My mom, along with my girlfriend (who is now my wife), decided it was time to buy some new clothes.  As much as I hated to go through with it, I did. One year later, I could no longer fit into those clothes.  I folded them and tucked them away. Fast-forward to the present... I normally wear 50/30 ...

So, I've been on the diet for more than two weeks now. I have to admit, going into the second week, I felt pretty good. And for good reason. I had dropped my first 20 pounds or so.  Then reality started to kick in. Suddenly the weight loss slowed. It was very, very discouraging. In fact, I had a minor meltdown. In my head, I knew it was merely the water weight but that didn't stop me from going nuts. And it's not like I was unaware it was going to happen. I wasn't making it any easier on myself either. I was weighing every single day. Whether you can tell it yet or not, I am very impatient. I want this massive amount of "baggage" gone now and I don't want to wait. However, you and I know that will not be the case. I've had close friends tell me the same thing but I try to be the superhero. I am always pushing myself in everything . That includes my diet and physical activities. Not a good idea, at least in the case of exercising. I decided...