I don’t know how to count calories – and up until now, I didn’t care much about what I eat.
As a fashion journalist, I write on trends, lifestyle, and the entire cultures that make up the clothing that we wear.
I love my job – but when shopping last week, it occurred to me that I am one crispy crème donut away from not being able to fit into a lot of the clothes that I write about everyday.
And I can’t have that.
For that reason, I have decided to embark on a great quest of weight loss. My target weight loss is 200 pounds.
An adult who has a BMI of 30 or higher is considered obese, according to the Center for Disease control and prevention. According to the scale in my doctor’s office, I am an obese individual.
My entire life, my personality has matched my frame. It has won me fights on school grounds, and it won me respect during football games.
I can’t imagine myself as a skinny person. I appreciate my size, but instead of me being an unhealthy big person, I would prefer to be a big and healthy person.
This is certainly possible – and I intend to find out how.
The first thing I did was go to the library to check out Weight Loss for Dummies.
Not for nothing, they didn’t have it – and I have been dreading going to the local bookstore – we are in the midst of a financial crisis!
But unfortunately, the library did have it.
Like every journalist, I immediately began googling and reading all of the fitness magazines that I could get my hands on. Needless to say, I was drowning in a pool of information that was not structured.
Before embarking on this, my most challenging adventure to date – I consulted some friends. One suggested the chocolate diet. This friend actually suggested that instead of my eating food, I should just eat chocolate. “It’s better than sex,” they said.
It was at this time that I looked at my friend, standing at 120 pounds and I came to grips with the fact that, NOBODY KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT.
Without trying any of them – I have decided to be close-minded where weight-loss is concerned and realize that all the books and videos don’t work.
Maybe that will change down the line – I don’t know.
For once, I don’t have the answer as to where to begin. The gym? Pushing away my plate? Who knows?
And since I don’t know, I have decided to try both and write about all of it.
About James R. Sanders James knew that he was going to be involved in media somehow when he realized that the only person that had something worth saying was him. He's not egotistical though, his work regularly appears in the Philadelphia Inquirer, OrigiVation Magazine, Black Star News, Bustedhalo.com, Wow Magazine, and the Huffington Post.