Don’t panic! I have not lost my pregnant mind, I am not embarking on some sort of crazy weight loss regime for the last few weeks of growing this baby. Instead, I have a very personal guest post to share with you guys today and I hope you’ll give the writer lots of support and encouragement as he posts once a week about his mission to lose 10 pounds in 6 weeks. Doctor’s orders.
The writer is my husband, Fran. He hasn’t been happy with his weight for a long time now and while he’s tried several times to change his lifestyle, it’s been difficult and I get it. It really can’t help that his wife is a personal trainer – I’ve tried training him before and we both quickly realized it was a recipe for imminent divorce. After an eye-opening doctor’s appointment for him last week, Fran realized he had to get serious about his health. I am so proud of him for not only making a decision to take control of the situation, but for putting it out there publicly on this blog: He needs some accountability and not just at home. You can support him with comments, tweeting him and cheering him on via Instagram.
The Quest to Lose 10 Pounds in 6 Weeks
So, here I am on my wife’s blog. A contributing writer, if you will. This is a place I never expected to be and I will explain why. My wife is the love of my life but we are very, very different ESPECIALLY when it comes to diet and exercise. My wife craves kale and likes to make smoothies, while I walked out of Supersize Me wanting nothing more than a Big Mac. No doubt, my wife has had a positive influence on my lifestyle. And I have, in my life both past and present, embraced diet and exercise. BUT, we live in New York City and we have a 3 year-old and a new baby on the way. What difference does that make? Well, when you are short on money, sleep and time, the idea of a run on a treadmill or out in the cold is about as enticing as a trip to the DMV.
I have had my struggles with my weight. I’d say many of them began when I moved to New York 16 years ago. NYC is home to a million bars, restaurants and other opportunities for bad decisions. Then I got married and, as a friend of mine said when I told him I was going to the gym…
“The gym?!! Dude, why keep running when you already caught the bus?”
At first, I laughed off his comment, but eventually, between married life and my career, diet and exercise took a back seat. The fact that the gym was about $100/month didn’t help. My weight fluctuated for years and I was on the heavier side at the end of 2010 when a mysterious illness landed me in the ICU for about a month. My wife was told I would die and I spent two weeks in a medically induced coma. I lost about 40 pounds in that time. That said, I don’t recommend “The Coma Diet” to anyone.
And when I emerged my wife brought me back physically and I got my strength back. I was probably the most driven I have ever been. I felt I had cheated death and I really embraced the idea that my life was a gift. A gift I did not want to waste. I was determined to get stronger and though a half marathon seemed way out of the realm of possibility for me, I was going to do it. My wife was an incredible inspiration to me. She was making me stronger with the exercises she prescribed for me and she was an endless source of positivity for me. There was never an “if” scenario. It was amazing. Training for that half marathon and crossing the finish line was probably one of the greatest accomplishments of my life. BUT, I ended up with an injury and the news that our son would arrive about 7 months later. So, exercise went out the window again and my eating habits suffered (when I was out from under my wife’s watchful eye that is).
And now it seems I am at a similar crossroads. I don’t want to take the gift of life for granted.
And yes, the last three years since my son Roman was born have been magic. But as I alluded to earlier, my wife and I are very different. Her quest for a PR in a marathon is my quest to force myself to go to the gym. I have made some progress in the last few months since joining an inexpensive gym near work. But becoming a parent definitely cut into some of the pre-parenthood luxuries. Since movies, concerts, dinners and date nights were on the downslope, I took comfort in food and alcohol. It was actually after a healthy gulp of wine in front of my mom that she asked me, “When was your last physical, Fran?”
Hmmm. Not something you want to hear.
That, plus an increase in my snoring that was moving into apnea territory and my wife making note of my newfound high blood pressure, meant I needed to go to the doctor.
This past Thursday, I finally went for a physical. It was not fun. Since my health scare, I have a healthy anxiety level at the doctor’s office. I don’t have the results from my blood tests yet so, as far as I know, I am not dying. But the appointment was no picnic. I weighed in at 220. 220?! How did that happen? I remember being a healthy 175. How did I get here? Then an EKG, a reference to a sleep center, and a very scary conversation with my doctor. He mentioned obesity, heart disease, diabetes and hypertension. I don’t HAVE all of these things but I am now at risk.
Then my doctor started talking about my wife and my kids. This is when I began to fight off tears. My dad died from lung cancer when I was 15. And I couldn’t help but think that if he had made some changes, maybe he would have been around a lot longer. I can’t do that to my family. I need to make a change.
So, this is your invitation. I am not going to use the word “journey” like they do on reality weight loss programs and infomercials. I have six weeks to lose ten pounds before I go back to my doctor. It is no longer losing weight to look better at the beach. I don’t need six-pack abs. I need to be healthier and live longer. (Although, don’t get me wrong, if I end up with some abs I am cool with that). So, I hope you will read my posts for the next few weeks. After all, every male athlete needs a good supporter. Yes, that is a jock strap joke. But really, I could use the help and who knows, maybe somebody will actually be inspired by what I am doing.
Thanks for reading. I am off to the gym. True story.