As I write this column, I am down to 225 pounds, which is a loss of 80 pounds.
People have been complimenting me up and down, and while I enjoy every minute of it, there are plenty of other people who deserve recognition in helping me get to where I need to be.
First of all, there's Kenny Lippe. One of my best friends, Kenny was approaching 300 pounds when he decided to turn his life around. Now, Kenny is in the 160-170 range, and he has been in my pocket, so to speak, ever since my quest began.
This guy knows everything there is to know about food. He also helps me alter my workouts in a way that works for me. I swear, he must have been a personal trainer or health coach in a previous life.
Then, there's my friends. The positive reinforcement always helps. Also, sometimes I need an extra kick in the tush to stay motivated, and a good friend will not be afraid to do that if they care. That's important.
My family has been supportive my whole life as well, and they are very proud of what I have accomplished (although my dad is definitely jealous). My parents are very helpful, and my mother even tailors dinners to make sure we are eating the right way.
Lastly, Sam Thomas at the has put up with my fears and insecurities for the past couple of months now, and he has handled me perfectly.He knows how to keep me motivated, while kicking my butt just enough to keep me coming back. He's also promised to put my picture in the window once I get to 100 pounds lost, which is definitely a goal I have set for myself.
The bottom line? To quote The Beatles, it's okay to "get by with a little help from your friends."