Posts Tagged ‘family’

100 Pounds Lost – Meaningfully Marking a Milestone

February 11, 2013 5 comments
Chad and Greta - February 2013

Chad and Greta – February 2013

This past Friday it finally happened, I stepped onto my scales, and I weighed in at 214.9 pounds.  A 100 pound weight loss!!!!!!!!!  Three years ago when I started seeing Rachel, my nutritionist, and I took my life back into my hands on my thirtieth birthday, I didn’t really think it possible that I’d end up here.  But the more I lost, the more I learned about nutrition, about my body, and about myself, losing 100 pounds became a more and more reachable goal.  I shed bad habits, and I shed the shackles of trying to be someone I wasn’t that caused me to cling a suit of

February 2013

February 2013 – Looking Slim!

armor – fat – for most of my adult life.  As I lost the weight, I embraced myself for who I really was.  For those who are wondering, yes, it involved coming out as a gay man, but it also involved just getting comfortable with me – on all levels.  And no longer needing to hide behind a physical barrier.  With that mental weight lifted, the physical weight followed.  I still have a ways to go, but the idea of losing 35 – 40 more pounds is really nothing at this point.

When I look at myself in photos from when I was well over 300 pounds, I recognize the man in the pictures, but I see a lot of pain.  When I look at me now, I see hope and confidence and freedom.  The highest I ever weighed on a

Christmas, likely 2006 or 2007, well over 300 pounds.

Christmas, likely 2006 or 2007, well over 300 pounds.

set of scales was about 304 pounds.  This was on an old set of scales that weighed me about 3-4 pounds lighter than my current scales, therefore the highest I weighed (when I began this journey on my thirtieth birthday) was about 307-308 pounds.  BUT – that weigh in was after a good month of trying hard to lose weight prior to even stepping on the scales, so I’m sure I had lost at least 7 or eight pounds when I weighed in then, which is how I estimate my highest weight to have been 315.  In all honesty, I think it’s likely it may have been higher than that. When I look at pictures

With Dad and Granddaddy for Law School Graduation - 2005 - between 280 and 290 pounds.

With Dad and Granddaddy for Law School Graduation – 2005 – between 280 and 290 pounds.

of myself from when I lived in Houston after law school, I’m almost certain 315 may be a conservative number for my highest weight.  I was not weighing at all for a period of years, and I think the likelihood I was much higher than that is great, but 315 is the number I’m comfortable marking – and saying confidently I’ve now lost 100 pounds.


So – being confident that I finally reached 100 pounds lost, some of the people in my life made me feel really special.  Rachel, a couple of co-workers, lots of Facebook friends and church friends, and on Saturday, my parents, when I went to visit them.  And it was during that visit that I ended up marking my 100 pound loss in a most unexpected, but incredibly meaningful way, having to do with a tangible connection to my grandparents.   Read more…


Nutrition Monday: Grandmother's Goodies

April 19, 2010 13 comments

This past weekend was a bit of a nutritional challenge for me, but man was it good.  I went to visit my Grandmother – and being a good Southern family, we call her MaMa instead of Grandma or whatever other more generic grandmotherly names you might imagine.  Though in the South, MaMa is a pretty common term for grandmother.  It’s a little more casual and down home than the more formal “Grandmother” (though my other Grandmother, was always, well, “Grandmother,” and she was the warmest, most casual person you’d ever meet – a far cry from the steely soap opera “Grandmother”), but not straight up country like Mee-Maw.  Please.  We do have a little class.  😉

Anyhow, MaMa is an AMAZING Southern cook.  She measures nothing, even when baking cornbread and biscuits, but everything comes out perfectly.  This woman’s cornbread is to die for.  I actually imagine that when I do die, I’ll pass through the Pearly Gates and someone will hand me a pan of MaMa’s cornbread and tell me the calories no longer matter!  When we used to go visit when I was a kid, MaMa always had a huge meal waiting for us on the kitchen table of the farmhouse she and my PaPa lived in until I was a teenager.  They weren’t actually on a farm, but their property backed up to one, and my summers consisted of feeding the cows next door, helping PaPa in the garden, and helping MaMa shuck peas.  This was quite the adventure for the city kid, and I still long for it every now and then, even though I’m a dyed in the wool East Coast city type.  Anyway, the meal on that farmhouse kitchen table usually had anywhere from 5-7 vegetables, cooked with bacon fat, and always including fried okra, mashed potatoes, biscuits, cornbread, fresh sliced tomatoes, and 1-2 meats (either fried chicken, ham, or roast beef).  Did I mention the woman weighs all of maybe 120 pounds?  Further proof that life is not fair. Read more…

Laughing Through the Pain

February 23, 2010 10 comments

Sometimes I still feel semi-guilty that mom and I were thrown out of the emergency room for heckling dad while he was being treated. Now before you go judging us and thinking we’re horribly cruel people, I should explain that he started the joking his self. And it wasn’t a life-threatening injury, but an off-hours, weekend issue that just needed to be dealt with before the regular doctor’s office would re-open on Monday. It all happened when I was in college, and dad had gone to the emergency room with what I’ll just call an unusual problem (I’m perfectly ready to spill the beans – but dad didn’t decide to write this, and he asked me to leave him some modesty, though he might just wish he’d let me tell the whole thing, because you’re probably imagining even more embarrassing ailments now than what the problem actually was).

Anyway, after his initial examination with the doctor, mom and I went in to visit him, and his own deadpan description of his diagnosis involved certain body parts that shall remain nameless being turned “damn inside-out.” Well, that’s all mom and I, who share the same inappropriate sense of humor, had to hear before we both started going into fits of hysterical laughter interspersed with tears and comments that just made everything worse.

Truth be known, the patient was laughing, too, but he played all “whoa is me” when the doc walked back in, and with us unable to bring the laughter to a similar screeching halt, the rather military-esque ER chief asked to see mom and I in the hallway Read more…