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78 Days of Little Things

It's a bunch of little things. Really it is. If you haven't seen me in a while, it may seem like one big thing. But, really, it's a bunch of little things.

It's a couple of friends that knew how much I was screaming inside at the lardass that I'd become. And they cautiously offered something they thought could help.

It was a subtle change in diet. Drastic at first from the sudden fast food abstinence. But gradually it became a little thing.

It was shopping out the outer walls of the grocery store (where the non-processed, or lightly processed foods reside).

It was giving up pop. This was NOT a little thing. To be sure. At 6-8 cans a day, this was huge. But with the tools in the 24Day Challenge, there was no caffeine withdrawal headaches. And 78 Days later, I can honestly say I don't miss pop.

It's little things.

A comment here. A text there.

Little words of encouragement (that meant so much more than I can adequately express) on Facebook...or Twitter or via text. You guys tell me I inspire you....thank you, but you're getting the short end of the stick here. Without you cheering me on, this would have faded in to the background and become one more little thing I couldn't finish.

It was the little shift of the belt from the well worn hole, to the one just behind it that had never been used. And just recently the one behind that.

It's finding out my pants are too short because I'd been wearing them wrong. To be fair, my pant size has only gone down A LITTLE....but....the difference is...now I pull the pants up to my waist where they belong...instead of cinched tightly below my flopping stomach.

Little things.

4 little inches so far around my waist....3 little inches gone from my arms....2 little inches from my thighs. Little things. Hardly missed.

The 3rd chin...(as cute as it was)...gone. The second chin will be gone any day now, I can already see it's getting bored without its playmate.

Little things. There's an X in front of my shirts and underwear....it used to be followed by 2 more....and then an L (XXXL for those that need to visualize it...eww...sorry...didn't mean for you to visualize me in my under..shirt.)....somewhere along the way one of those X's decided to leave. Not sure where it went. Not sure I care.

Oh sure...on some shirts, it's still there. But they're not as tight as they were. They fit a little better now...a little looser.

Little things.

78 days of little things. Little pounds here and there. A 328.8 became a 324....and then a 320...318...315....310....304...300.....

little by little.

I didn't put all the weight on over night (but I know the year it started...I know the event that triggered it....I can outline in vivid detail the depression that fueled it...the anger that spurred it on...oh yes....all those negative little things that slowly but surely moved me in to the 'morbidly obese' category (ok..one doctor said 'morbidly'...the other said 'dangerously'...as though I was going to smash a small city of overdubbed foreigners sometime in the near future).

Nothing major.

Little things.

Little things like being able to just about be able to dance all the way through one of my favorite songs without my little heart wanting to jump out of my chest Aliens style.

Little things like being able to run up and down the stairs without feeling like my leg is going to spasm and seize up.

Little rides on the stationary bike...20 minutes...nothing major. It's not the tour de France in my basement. Just a little ride...on a device that for the last year or so made a quite lovely shelf.

And what's amazing to me throughout this journey (because I'm not where I need to be yet, but I'm a little bit closer)...but the amazing thing is that it's carrying over in to other areas of my life.

I'm a little less angry at the idiot drivers on the way to work.

I'm a little less inclined to engage in the water-cooler bitching.

I'm a little less likely to scowl as my initial response upon being greeted in the mornings (which are a little less harsh these days).

I started this with the idea of making a movie. That may or may not happen (I came across another movie on this journey (thanks to a little recommendation from a friend) that really just blew my mind...so I'm not sure if anything I made would be a copy of that or not...but I'm still keeping video journal entries along the way.

So...in the meanwhile, I'll be tweeting more (is that even still a thing?)...and if it's about my weightloss journey...this little trip I'm on...I'll hash tag it with #nomorefattodd (feel free to follow along @FilmDude71). Not sure how often I'll tweet, but it's another little change.

Speaking of little. I've carved a little chunk out of my goal. My target on this journey is to get down to 225 and then see if I want to get down to where the doctors say I'll be 'uber-healthy,' which is 185...we'll see about that)...so...328.8 to 225...that's a little over 100lbs.

I just checked..and I'm about 28% of the way to my goal. Just by making little changes...little adjustments.

And I'm not going to lie....as good as this feels now...I'm not stopping. I dipped briefly below 300 last week (I haven't seen a 2 at the beginning of my weight since Clinton was in the White House). So I'm not stopping any time soon.

I have a little bit more work to do.

Some little things to take care of.

But before I know it, I'll be there.

Stick around. Laugh with me...cry with me. I'm not going away anytime soon.

Well, not all of me anyway...just the extra part that I don't need to carry around anymore.


-AT

#nomorefattodd

Comments

Darrin said…
I'm proud of ya dude! Keep up the awesome work! It's been a while (too long) so I'm excited to see ya.
Todd S. said…
Thanks man!! Proud of you too!! you might not recognize me!! soon I'll be wearing your old t-shirts. LOL :-)

DEFinitely need to be hangin' soon!

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