Since November, 2019 I haven’t had much to say since my weight loss was not progressing and that was getting a bit embarrassing.  I was running out of excuses and didn’t have any good reason why that might be.  After 10 or 11 months of very, very successful weight loss (from ~325 to ~237 pounds), why would I suddenly stop?  My first thought was that I had hit some kind of physiological barrier.  More recently I thought it might be a psychological one.

No, not fear of success!  A growing up, maturity problem.  I am transforming myself into someone who is responsible for his own direction in life.  I don’t want to talk here about my previous mindset, but I will say that several things in my life started going wrong all at the same time, last year.  That was a clue.  

I have been thinking about my goals in life.  That shapes how you see and experience the world, since everything either becomes a thing you use to advance yourself towards your goals, or something to not waste time on.  Very recently I have started to pick a direction, a thread to follow.  I can’t express what it is yet, it all seems to have happened subconsciously.  Suddenly things have started working for me again.  And here we are.  

So there is a necessary ingredient to weight loss, and it starts at the top: pick where your life should be going and pick how you are going to experience the world.  You are also picking how the world experiences you.  Right now it is experiencing me as a 235 pound man.  Maybe by the end of the year it will experience me as a person of completely different appearance.  What else will change?  

-The Doctor