With Goal One a meager ten days away, I’ve been thinking some more on my future health and wellness goals in a more comprehensive way than just “loose weight and fit in my Seahakws jersey.” Not that it isn’t a wonderfully admirable goal, mind you, and I will have a blast getting rowdy this fall wearing it. Simply, I need to give myself a more comprehensive game plan of weight loss that I can aim for.
The End Game
Yeah, I know. That’s pretty much the coolest picture to ever exist right there, brought to you by our friend Adobe Photoshop. I’ve thought that Daniel Craig’s physique in Casino Royale was awesome, and it’s become the physical goal I want to achieve by the time I’m thirty. Achieving it by my ten year high school reunion in three years would be mind-boggling (and not impossible), but for the time being my primary goal and metric is weight loss rather than muscle definition. Once I shed a good majority of the pounds, I can change my workouts from focusing on weight loss and into developing muscle. So along those lines, my second big picture goal revolves around that ten year reunion.
I was in the neighborhood of 280-290 pounds when I graduated high school. I would love nothing more than to show up and see a bunch of folks I haven’t seen in a decade looking better than I did all those years ago. That’s a goal of roughly 150 pounds at this point, which boils down to fifty pounds a year. Fifty pounds is nothing at all.
But I won’t be satisfied with just fifty pounds a year – that’s far too slow for someone my size and of my frustrated determination. So, in crunching some numbers and such, I’m aiming to loose a minimum of three pounds a week for the foreseeable future. Three measly pounds every seven days. Of course, I’ll be wanting – and working hard for – much more! However, if I crank in at least three a week for the next six months, that adds up to seventy-two pounds. That would push me into my upper 320s, which is hard to believe looking at the numbers in and of themselves, but when I step back and look at the incremental steps necessary of just three pounds a week, things seem absolutely doable.
Beyond Goal One
I weigh in tomorrow with nine days till the Goal One 399 pound deadline. I’m hoping to be in the range of 406-404. I’m heading up to the gym tonight with those numbers in mind. As long as my body doesn’t get weird (which it has a habit of), then my hard work at the gym and right eating will hopefully pay off.
Looking past Goal One, I have my sights set on the end of April. I will be back in Oklahoma for a week then specifically to see my sister (a rocking awesome high school / junior high band teacher) conduct her kids at a special clinic that she’s especially excited about. I would love to step off the plane in Tulsa around 385 pounds. At that weight, I would be about sixty five pounds lighter than the last time my family saw me. How awesome would that be? That would give me roughly four weeks to drop fifteen pounds, or 3.75 pounds a week. Consider it Goal Two.
Following is the third goal of 360 pounds by Independence Day. Assuming that I make the second goal, this gives me ten weeks, roughly, to drop another fifteen pounds. A pound and a half is all that I need, but remember my three pound weekly goal, right? So, in my head, thirty pounds to weigh in under 350 would rock my socks plumb off.
The trick to this for me is just to never let up. Thanks to all of you who are reading and leaving the encouraging blog comments and emails or checking in face to face. I can’t do this without all of your support.