Determined To Succeed

Day one-hundred-seventy.

Well, I can’t believe I am saying this but I truly survived a weekend. And not just a weekend, a weekend led by an evening event that had yummy (but horrible for you) appetizers – buffalo wings, fried egg roll thingies, etc. It’s strange but not only did I not gain any weight, I actually lost since the last time I wrote you guys. I am now officially at 245.8. That’s right, back within the last twenty or so pounds I need to lose to get back to my weight loss goal.  That is a huge relief, especially given my well-documented worry about the weekends and how I always seem to fall off the wagon somehow and gain a couple back over just a couple of days (folks, it really is that easy for me). So I now face this week on such a positive note. I face going to the gym today on the same positive note. That is awesome! I even have lunch picked out already – leftovers of a chicken breast which will be perfect after my workout. Score!

Now on to more pressing matters…

Did any of you happen to watch the Oscar nominations this morning? I know I did. The Academy Awards are like my holiday – my Super Bowl, World Series and my Wimbledon all rolled up with a great red carpet. I watched the nominations this morning and there were no huge surprises. OK, I was surprised TRUE GRIT received so many nominations. It was a fine film (and way better than I could make. Also, the girl in the film stole the picture and deserves her nomination) but it’s a remake and, in some scenes, word-for-word and shot-for-shot. Not terribly original. THE TOWN didn’t get nominated for Best Picture as expected (TRUE GRIT did) but TOY STORY 3 did and that makes me happy. It is truly the best film of 2010 and the only film to make me have open emotion in a theater. It was a beautiful story beautifully done and if you haven’t seen it you should.

Why do I bring up the Oscars today? Around this time of year I think about the Academy Awards and how the stars will look. OK. I don’t really, but I do often wonder how much they actually eat in real life. Last night I watched GREEN HORNET and Seth Rogan looks very svelte and very different from his KNOCKED UP/ZACK AND MIRI self. Is that a good thing? Sure, in Hollywoodland it is. I am sure he got that role because of how he lost weight to look more like a super hero (never mind that the actor who played Kato, Jay Chou, stole the movie).

I also noticed Mo’nique this morning. She looked appropriately radiant (especially at 5:30 AM Hollywood time) announcing the nominees. Again, she is another example of how an actor has lost weight and forged a new image for themselves. Is that bad? Certainly not, but I do wonder why it is that the culture of Hollywood is to lose weight and be rail thin (but not too emaciated since that is also bad) when most of the movie-going audience are real people with real weight and real weight issues. Did I like Seth Rogan more now that he’s shrunk? Nah. He’s still the same guy. And I’m sure Mo’Nique and Jennifer Hudson (both Oscar winners themselves) are still the same people even though both won the much sought-after statuette carrying a few extra pounds.

I do not know if I would ever survive Hollywood. I love eating. I really do. Yes, I know I need to lose this last twenty pounds but I can’t imagine being at the whim of an executive, agent or studio head that says I would need to lose another fifty on that if I want to be considered for a role in TRUER GRIT or KING’S SPEECH 2: THE REVENGE. That’s horseshit. people come in all shapes and sizes. Sure, these stars are the ones we adore and idolize but they come in all shapes and sizes, too. It shouldn’t just be the pretty ones that dominate our screens (TV, movie, computer or smartphone).

You bet your ass I will absolutely be glued to my TV the night of the Academy Awards, and I might even have a slice of pizza in my hand while watching Christian Bale accept his award for THE FIGHTER, but we are all fighters in this weight loss game so don’t lose sight of that. We may not look like Natalie Portman, Jesse Eisenberg, Javier Bardem, Nicole Kidman or James Franco but all of us on this weight loss journey are beautiful in our own ways and have the same amount of drive. We just use it to keep losing and maintaining weight. And that, my friends, is what it means to have TRUE GRIT.

My friends, happy weekend and day one-hundred-sixteen!

I first of all have to apologize to all of you for not writing a blog on Wednesday of this past week. You see, I was not well at all and had to take this week off in order to recoup. It was so bad doctors were called (I have been diagnosed with diverticulosis) and everything, including this weight loss blog, had to be put aside for a bit so I could properly recover.

While I am on the mend and feeling a helluva lot better than I have this past week (as you’ve read – it was the cause of my serious dizziness), I am troubled. Not just because this is a crappy way to ring-in this holiday season AND my upcoming 40th birthday) I now have to modify my diet to include and/or exclude certain foods. Even some foods I love (corn, nuts, popcorn and – egads! – strawberries, among others) have to be seriously curtailed because, it seems, they aggravate the condition. This sucks! I love my strawberries (and strawberry ice-cream), nuts and corn! Bah! I am troubled because, for the first time in my weight loss journey, I now have to officially modify my diet.

As you all know I lost weight not using any kind of specific food regimen. I still ate what I wanted when I wanted it. I simply cut back (as much as I could) on the portions. I still ate Chinese food, drank regular Coca-Cola and had Milky Way bars. However, those things became treats. I also exercised as much as I could, too (the two do go hand-in-hand). But now I have to make food choices based on medicine and science and I don’t want it to seem like I am changing my tune in this whole thing.

I am not giving up the foods I described (and there are more) because they are part of some secret society, new wave diet plan-of-the-stars. It doesn’t have a flashy name like Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig. It is simply diverticulosis, a condition that, believe-you-me, you don’t want to have and not just because of the food restrictions.

On the plus side, diverticulosis does have a few decent things in store for my menu – eating more whole grains, leafy green vegetables, and fruits. See, not so bad, especially since we all should be doing that anyway. About that, I am excited. I am also excited about the final thing actually used to combat diverticulosis, exercise. It helps the condition by aiding digestion. Again something we should all be doing anyway.

I hate to drop this kind of blog on you guys like this but I had to explain what is going on (I did always promise to let you know the ups and downs, after all). I just wanted you to know I hadn’t given in and jumped into a program of some sort (not that it is wrong to do so or that people who do it are wrong – in fact, if it works for you go and run with it and more power to you if it helps). My way works for me. It has already and will for the rest of my life. I also wanted to let you guys know I am taking a vacation from writing until December 13, 2011. On that date I hope to be rested, as fully recovered as I can be and ready to share my list of 40 things I want to do in my 40^th year.

As we enter the fever of the holiday season (and I wish all people of all faiths good tidings and well wishes this season) remember to be as strong as you can. I know I will. It may be a crappy way, as I said earlier, to celebrate tidings of comfort and joy but I am happy to just be here. As soon as I am physically able again I’m going to work out so I can get back to that always-mentioned goal weight of mine. Most importantly keep in mind the blessings we have in our lives. I know I will, including the gift of being able to have a medical problem diagnosed before it got me to a far worse health state. All I will say is “whew, that was a close one” and leave it at that.

Have a great week-and-a-half, my friends. I will be bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and ever-so-slightly older when next we meet on these pages. Until then, know I appreciate you all and that I am right there with you in this battle to lose weight. As cheesy as it will sound I, too, am DETERMINED TO SUCCEED.

OK, how sad is it that Gary Coleman has passed away at the age of 42? I have to admit I’m in a bit of shock. Not as much shock as when I heard Michael Jackson or Brittany Murphy died but a bit of shock, nonetheless. I remember growing up and tuning in to “Diff’rent Strokes” on whatever night of the week it was on. Me and my friends always, ALWAYS, used to imitate Coleman’s Arnold character saying “whatchoo talkin’ bout, Willis?” And it wasn’t just the comedic timing and incredible delivery of the line…it was those damn chubby cheeks, too.

I had chubby cheeks when I was a kid, too, but was neither as cute nor had a fan base that kept wanting me to repeat a line over and over again. I never had a catch phrase. I was just a fat kid, and my chubby cheeks were the result of me eating badly, eating often and not exercising. Hell, if anything my catch phrase was “you gonna eat that?”

OK, that made me chuckle just a bit.

I think the thing that strikes me most is the fact that Gary Coleman died at 42. I will turn 40 in December and think the best years of my life are ahead of me and here’s this cat who’s just died and he was only 2 years (two-and-a-half years) older than that. Wow. It blows me away. And why do I feel like the best years of my life are ahead of me? You guessed it. Because I lost weight, weight that was definitely holding me back from doing things. Weight that kept more of the “real” Bill from being seen. Weight that very well might have killed me at or around 40.

So today, I get up (late again, so sorry) to write before trying to start my Memorial Day weekend. There are things I need to do (well, try to do) and Coleman’s passing reminds us (OK, me) ever so gently to get out there, do these things and live life the best we can. As much as I sit and write about and discuss weight (yes, the seemingly ever-present “Battle of the Final Ten”) I know in my heart I’ve already gotten to that goal before and I will again. I beat this. I overcame the weight thing before and these last few pounds are just a revisit of endgame, nothing more. I will never go back to being 400 pounds. I have too much riding on the investment I’ve already made in myself and it has nothing to do with money or position or things. It has everything to do with just being able to wake up every day and have the ability to do these things. I want to skydive out of a plane (yes, a perfectly good plane), I want to climb a mountain, do a stunt for a movie, bungee off a bridge (yes, a perfectly good bridge), meet James Earl Jones and tell him I got into radio because of him. I also want to travel the world more, go scuba diving and so much more…all of which are now possible without weight in my way.

That’s what I’m talkin’ bout, Willis.

PS: I know my friends in the Philly area are not gomna like me too much for saying this but one of the things I want to see is every major Chicago team win a respective championship in my lifetime. I’ve seen the Monsters of the Midway, the Chicago Bears, win the Superbowl. I’ve seen the Chicago White Sox win the World Series. And no doubt everyone has seen the Bulls’ NBA trophies in the years of its dynasty led by Michael Jordan. And now, “Here Come The Hawks, ” The Chicago Blackhawks who play tonight against the Philadelphia Flyers in Game 1 of the Stanley Cup finals. I am thrilled. The team has not won the Cup since 1961, the longest current cup drought in the NHL. At 49 years, it is the second longest Stanley Cup drought in NHL history. So let’s go Hawks…

…now as long as I can keep my healthy lifestyle going long enough to see my beloved Chicago Cubs win that ever-elusive World Series…