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When Will People Notice?

May 3, 2010 @ 10:16 am

I mentioned a little while ago about the random trainer at the gym who noticed my weight loss efforts slowly paying off. Every time I've tried to lose weight there's been someone who noticed first, and it's always a curiosity to me who that person is, and who else may or may not notice and say something.

It's definitely noticeable to me, since my clothes are loser and my belt is running out of notches. And it's noticeable to the Beau, who see me and hugs me every day and can tell when his arms reach just a little bit further around. But what about our friends, many of whom only see us every two or three weeks?

People in New York often have trouble seeing past their own mirrors and noticing what goes on in the lives of the people around them. I don't know how far I'll have to go before anyone says "hey, have you lost some weight?" It's further than 20 pounds, because no one's said anything yet. Is it 30? 40? 50? The thing is, fat looks like fat, so I think I probably look pretty much the same to the casual observer. I still have a big hanging gut, I still have big clothes. Until I simply must get smaller clothes, it'll be tougher for people to casually notice, maybe.

I've thought about what it would be like to go into seclusion for six months and re-enter the world 50+ pounds lighter.

I've also thought about whether I even want people to notice my journey just yet. Even though I've come further than I ever have in the last three years of trying this, I could still relapse really easily and end up right back at 300+ pounds without batting an eye. I feel like if anyone notices I've lost weight, then they'll notice if I fail again, and that would feel worse. At least for now, I'm still just a fat guy.

So I honestly do not know if I want my friends to notice, or if they notice, to say anything. I don't like talking about my weight loss journey at all, anyway, so I'd prefer to not have to have it enter the general conversation of an evening. That said, having someone notice, and even say so in a passing offhanded comment, is a nice barometer of progress. So far it's just been the random trainer dude at the gym and then this past weekend RFID (Random Friendly Indian Dude) - another random patron of the gym - also noticed I was losing weight. So if random strangers notice and say something, I suppose that's good enough for now.

3 comments | Topics: community, encouragement, friends

My Reasons For Doing This

I Don't Feel Good

January 15, 2010 @ 07:38 am

Oh I'm fine physically. Had a head cold last week but it was short-lived. No, I feel well; I don't feel good. Actually I've been feeling pretty darn bad and that's been the impetus to get my act together and blog / work out / eat right, again. And I know that in time - and probably not a very long time - the endorphins will kick in and I'll start feeling good again. But for this post, I'm going to whine and moan, because it's my blog and I can. Go get your own (and then send me the link).

I struggle with loneliness and depression, and I think it's a direct result of life-long unfitness. Thing is, I'm a happy person, generally. I enjoy my life, I enjoy my work, I enjoy my partner. I'm reasonably successful for a 26 year old. I live in one of the greatest cities in the world. And I'm pretty good at intellectually beating back my depression because I choose not to be depressed about life. Depression just leads me to eating, to lethargy, to not getting off the couch. I even avoid Debbie Downer types because I choose not to live life in the doldrums.

But I've never been able to beat back the loneliness. The Beau (new blog name for my partner) makes friends easily. He's gregarious, happy, friendly, flirty - people flock to him. They have crushes on him. They don't see me. Literally. Ironic since I'm twice his size.

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0 comments | Topics: The Beau, depression, friends, loneliness