Fitness Quest is a weekly column in which the journey of losing 90 pounds is chronicled online in hopes of helping other people as well as providing a catalyst for motivation.
I have a dog named Sheldon. He is a pit mix and the most adorable dog you can imagine. Of course, he is a protective dog that has our backs but he’d prefer to be cuddled up in bed spooning you than barking at the mysterious figure behind the front door.
Like all other housebroken dogs, Sheldon lets his head and shoulders slump whenever he does something he know is wrong. His eyes get big and doughy and he slouches down toward the ground.
This is exactly what I did the morning after I morning after I wrote my introductory piece.
The morning before it was set to publish, I was packing my usual food for the workday (two pieces of fruit, a Nature Valley bar, and a Clif bar) when I noticed there where no more Clif bars. Instead, I took an extra apple.
What seemed like a logical and healthy choice at the time turned out to be a bad idea. I did not provide enough food to sustain me throughout the day. By the time I arrived home, I was starving and ready to devour just about anything.
“We’re running low on groceries,” my wife said before she walked out the door for work.
I opened the fridge and confirmed her assessment. It is not that our fridge was empty. The problem was that there was nothing of enough substance to get me through the night. If my mind was not being controlled by the hunger pangs bellowing from my stomach, I could have made a smart decision like eating cereal for dinner or possibly making soup and a half sandwich on wheat.
Should’ve. Could’ve. Would’ve. Right?
As soon as I saw the lack of protein in the fridge, my stomach took full control. I picked up the phone and resorted to a bad habit.
Two slices of pizza and a buffalo chicken tender later, I was thinking, “What have I done?” I publicly announced to anyone who was paying attention that I was obese and on the road to lose 90 pounds and that very night I resorted to this? For shame, Marcello. For. Shame.
That is how I felt the next morning when I walked into the bathroom and looked at the scale. Like Sheldon, my shoulders slumped and I remorsefully but dutifully walked over to the scale. I knew it was going to tell me I gained weight. It was inevitable.
The numbers did not lie. I put .3 pounds back back on. That may not seem like much in the grand scheme of things but, when your goal is to lose 90 pounds, every ounce counts.
This was an unfortunate and poorly timed setback. It was not the first I had and it will not be the last. The challenge is to pick yourself back up and get back on track. As long as you can do that, everything will be alright.
Starting weight: 278
Current weight 257.4