I’ve just had my first official weigh-in after beginning a weight loss program recommended (and supervised by) my primary care physician. I had my annual physical a couple of weeks ago and the scales showed an alarming 297 lbs.
Now please note that this was not alarming because of any specific health risks (the general risks associated with lugging that kind of baggage around being more than sufficient), but more because it put me three pounds shy of the big three-oh-oh, which is just not a respectable weight for somebody who isn’t starting for the NFL or who isn’t a Sumo wrestler and I must come clean — neither of those apply to me.
The plan the doc has me on is one of those moderate and super-sensible deals. I count calories, fat, and fiber (the latter being something of a mitigator.) I don’t currently count carbs, although the tools I have could do the math that way. I personally don’t want to go down that road again. As far as I’m concerned, low carb is a mirage in a desert of getting nowhere with diets. (Of course, your mileage may vary.)
One of the interesting features of the program is that I will be cutting my caloric intake further as I lose, so this could potentially begin a foray into the world of CR life extension, although right now — at 1500 calories a day — I think I’m still well north of any CR plan.
Still, you have to crawl before you can walk. And my first week of crawling has resulted in a 7 pound loss. At two-nine-oh, the big three-oh-oh seems a lot less menacing and I plan to see it quickly receding in the old rearview mirror.
More next week.