One of the reasons that I'm not harboring a grudge against Starbucks for laying me off is the fact that they gave me an opportunity of a lifetime, and I was smart enough to grab onto it. A year ago, I was still very unhealthy. Even though I had taken care of my Sleep Apnea with a series of surgeries (which is a story for another day), I still topped the scales at a wonderful 330 pounds. Although I like to say 150kg, because it sounds better.
I'd been trying to lose weight for a long time, I just could not summon up the willpower to make a difference. Then last year, in April, I had a conversation with my brother and sister in law during a visit. It was my first time getting to see my (at the time) 7 week old nephew, and something about the visit shocked me into the reality that I had to get my act together. This is not a forum for my observations on faith, but I try to be a faithful Catholic. And there were some messages that I recieved that I hadn't been acting as a good steward of my body. Whatever it was, me, family, friends, or faith, it doesn't matter, I had finally built up the willpower to make a change.
I received an email from Starbucks offering me a chance to participate in a health and wellness plan run by a company called Kinetix. This program offered remote coaching and support for a very simple diet and exercise program that had been limited previously to Starbucks employees at the headquarters in Seattle. I started the program in late May of 2008, and I was able to commit and make it work for me right from the start. I lost 32 pounds over the official 8 weeks of the program. To date, in about 10 months of sticking to the program, I've lost over 90 pounds, and I really do feel great. I still want to lose another 50 pounds, and get down to a weight under 200 pounds, which would put me at my high school fighting weight. Getting this opportunity was worth all the pain of job loss, after all I have started to get past the point of having my job define me. Having my health is much more important.
So even before my layoff, I have been going back to school part time, with the ultimate goal of getting my Accounting Degree and CPA. Up till now, most of my classes have been in the evenings, so I occasionally get to see some of the same students who are on my same general schedule. This week, I saw someone walking across campus who was in a class with me last Summer, and he was literally stopped in his tracks by my appearance. It is these types of situations that reinforce my general good feelings about myself, because I've seen the weight come off over time, but for him, it was like seeing a before and after picture.
Finally, to the point of my story, I live a few blocks away from my school, so I always walk to class. Now I'll usually be listening to something on my headphones, because I don't like to waste any time that could be made productive. I tease people, mostly trying to deflect my true feelings, by saying that when I was heavy (okay I really say fat, but that's funny because I still think I'm fat, even after making almost 1/3 of my body weight disappear), I was virtually invisible. People don't like to acknowledge heavy people, just like a homeless person, they look past them instead of at them. I know this, because it happened to me every day. I was the biggest person in the room, and people pretended like I didn't even exist, so you'll have to excuse me if I savor the occasions now when I do get noticed.
I also hadn't put much stock in the charisma theory either. Probably because you can only project charisma when you feel good about yourself. So how could I believe in something that I couldn't ever remember feeling? But that's the great thing about getting healthy, you actually do feel really good about yourself. I walk with my head held high, because I do feel great! And people are noticing. Nobody in particular, but I sure have been on the receiving end of a lot of hellos. And when I'm walking across campus, with headphones in my ears, and a cute girl (and I mean no disrespect by the term, it's just what I grew up saying) goes out of her way to greet me, it's a good day. And it sure seems like I'm having a lot of good days. Since I haven't had many of those over the past few years, it gives me hope that there are many more to come.
So while I've always known I'm no leading man, maybe I can be the perfectly serviceable character actor whose face you always recognize, though you just can't remember his name. I mean that guy at least gets into the film, and that's all I want to do, get into the film.

I'd been trying to lose weight for a long time, I just could not summon up the willpower to make a difference. Then last year, in April, I had a conversation with my brother and sister in law during a visit. It was my first time getting to see my (at the time) 7 week old nephew, and something about the visit shocked me into the reality that I had to get my act together. This is not a forum for my observations on faith, but I try to be a faithful Catholic. And there were some messages that I recieved that I hadn't been acting as a good steward of my body. Whatever it was, me, family, friends, or faith, it doesn't matter, I had finally built up the willpower to make a change.
I received an email from Starbucks offering me a chance to participate in a health and wellness plan run by a company called Kinetix. This program offered remote coaching and support for a very simple diet and exercise program that had been limited previously to Starbucks employees at the headquarters in Seattle. I started the program in late May of 2008, and I was able to commit and make it work for me right from the start. I lost 32 pounds over the official 8 weeks of the program. To date, in about 10 months of sticking to the program, I've lost over 90 pounds, and I really do feel great. I still want to lose another 50 pounds, and get down to a weight under 200 pounds, which would put me at my high school fighting weight. Getting this opportunity was worth all the pain of job loss, after all I have started to get past the point of having my job define me. Having my health is much more important.
So even before my layoff, I have been going back to school part time, with the ultimate goal of getting my Accounting Degree and CPA. Up till now, most of my classes have been in the evenings, so I occasionally get to see some of the same students who are on my same general schedule. This week, I saw someone walking across campus who was in a class with me last Summer, and he was literally stopped in his tracks by my appearance. It is these types of situations that reinforce my general good feelings about myself, because I've seen the weight come off over time, but for him, it was like seeing a before and after picture.
Finally, to the point of my story, I live a few blocks away from my school, so I always walk to class. Now I'll usually be listening to something on my headphones, because I don't like to waste any time that could be made productive. I tease people, mostly trying to deflect my true feelings, by saying that when I was heavy (okay I really say fat, but that's funny because I still think I'm fat, even after making almost 1/3 of my body weight disappear), I was virtually invisible. People don't like to acknowledge heavy people, just like a homeless person, they look past them instead of at them. I know this, because it happened to me every day. I was the biggest person in the room, and people pretended like I didn't even exist, so you'll have to excuse me if I savor the occasions now when I do get noticed.
I also hadn't put much stock in the charisma theory either. Probably because you can only project charisma when you feel good about yourself. So how could I believe in something that I couldn't ever remember feeling? But that's the great thing about getting healthy, you actually do feel really good about yourself. I walk with my head held high, because I do feel great! And people are noticing. Nobody in particular, but I sure have been on the receiving end of a lot of hellos. And when I'm walking across campus, with headphones in my ears, and a cute girl (and I mean no disrespect by the term, it's just what I grew up saying) goes out of her way to greet me, it's a good day. And it sure seems like I'm having a lot of good days. Since I haven't had many of those over the past few years, it gives me hope that there are many more to come.
So while I've always known I'm no leading man, maybe I can be the perfectly serviceable character actor whose face you always recognize, though you just can't remember his name. I mean that guy at least gets into the film, and that's all I want to do, get into the film.



