I was thinking this morning about how my life has changed since losing ~100lb. That’s a big number, but even when you put it in the context of a 400lb+ guy, 25% of your body weight is still significant. The surprising thing for me is that even though it’s a big loss, in many ways not much has changed.
My conclusion was that the difference between a 335lb guy and a 435lb guy isn’t a great deal. They are both obese, they both shop at plus-size stores and both have contempt for chairs with arms. One non-scale measurement I have is with my car’s seatbelt: at the start I maxed it out and now there is loads of give. That great, but neither of these guys fits in a Porsche. Don’t get me wrong, there are changes and I know who I’d rather be, but I’m not sure that my quality of life has increased proportionate to the amount of weight I’ve lost.
This got me thinking about the next 100lbs and what will change between now and then. I’m hoping for more, I’m expecting that there’s a bigger difference between 235lb and 335lb, than 335lb and 435lb. I do think there will be more things that I can do at 235lb, more non-scale victories.
I suppose what I’m getting at is the number on the scale doesn’t really matter, it’s all about how your life is improved (how ever you personally define that). The same is true for putting weight on as well. It’s like there are tiers to being overweight that are not directly tied to your weight; at one end you have the perfect beach body and at the other you get rescued by Jerry Springer. In between there all those other points at which we relate our lives to our body.
I think I’m starting to see that more clearly now.