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Our Story Begins: Daddy Style: The “It’s So Easy” Weight Loss Solution

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Our Story Begins:
Daddy Style: “It’s So Easy” Weight Loss Solution

There’s a phrase that’s been getting under my skin lately and irritating me like an allergic rash that even an overdose of Benadryl won’t cure.

“It’s so much easier for guys to lose weight.”

So I understand that my indignation might very well bring the ire and consternation of many of the readers.  I have heard all the arguments: “Guys have higher metabolisms”, “Women gain weight and tend to keep it because they carry babies”, “Women have hormones that are always out of whack” and then finish those phrases with the line, “It’s a proven fact!”  The fact remains that these arguments have been driving me nuts for the last couple weeks in particular.

It seems, in that time, I have lost a few pounds – enough that it has shown up on my face and my frame.  That, in turn, has led to compliments that I take very seriously and appreciate.  This eventually leads to the inevitable “I hate you!” which is followed by “it’s so easy for guys to lose weight!”

Let me explain to you how ridiculous I think that statement is.

It implies that I just decided, two weeks ago, on a whim, with no need for willpower, forethought, planning, or work, that I wanted to lose weight and lost it.  It’s been “no effort” whatsoever, right?!

Let me give you a few numbers.

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265/35.9 

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Two years ago, I weighed 265 pounds with a BMI (body mass index) of 35.9. I wasn’t just overweight, I was in the obese range.  I was huffing and puffing from going up and down the stairs.  I was sedentary and unhealthy.  My stomach had swelled, which relates to an amount of fat in the abdomen that, if kept, more than likely would have led to clogged arteries and a heart attack.

It was no easy feat to go from what I weighed, 190 pounds, to 265 pounds in two years but I did it.  My wife, Andrea, had gotten sick.  Her knees had given out and she’d lost all the cartilage in them.  Then her liver had issues and she reached a point of clinical depression. She gained a substantial amount of weight, herself.  The sedentary life she began to lead pushed us all to a sedentary life.  I was rotund.  But that same number of years ago something dramatic and horrible happened: Andrea died.

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215

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Over the course of the first year without Andrea I became the sole breadwinner and sole caregiver in the home.  I was on my feet all…the…time!  I began home cooking most meals.  (That’s not to say I don’t have the occasional frozen pizza or go out to eat here and there.)  Over the course of the first 1 ½ years I lost about fifty pounds.

Six months ago I hit 215.  It took those excursions with the kids, making good food, shedding the pop and the bought cookies and the high serving sizes to do it.  I wanted to lose weight, but make no mistake, folks, I didn’t want to lose it that way.  I didn’t wake up on March 26th, 2011, the day my wife died – which was also our 18th anniversary – and say “well, I’ll just lose fifty pounds now!”  It didn’t work that way.

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200/27.1

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I worked really hard to lose 15 more pounds so I could wear that tux you see up there. With my BMI now at 27.1 I’ve gone from well in the obese range to smack in the middle of overweight.  Guess what?  At 200 pounds I’m still more than twenty pounds over what the Centers for Disease Control say I should weigh.  Over the course of the last couple months I ate closer to regular, government serving sizes than ever.  I exercise at the only time I have available to me: 5:30am.

Read more:  Our Story Begins: The Weight Of Words

…AND COUNTING
(BACKWARDS)

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By the time you read this, I hope to have broken the 200 mark.  I will have been fitted for and worn a tuxedo for a black-tie event and hopefully not be embarrassed about the fact that I don’t look like the Liam Hemsworth-type models in the tux ads.

Read more:  Our Story Begins: You Are NOT A Plus-Sized Model

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It’s been very hard work!

The best part was my daughter coming to me and saying “I found these pictures from last Easter, Dad.  You’ve lost SO much weight!”  She’s right, I have, and I’m thrilled about it.  I worked – literally – my ass off for it.

But then she couldn’t resist adding: “but it’s so much easier for guys to lose weight.”

What about you?  Do you assume that your guy friends just melt off weight?  Is it, in your mind, just simpler for them or do you – be honest – make those comments knowing full well you’ve not made the lifestyle change to lose the weight?  I never said it was easy.  It was really hard, but shouldn’t anything worthwhile be that way?

 

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Dave Manoucheri is a writer, journalist and musician based in Sacramento, California.  A father of four, two daughters and twin sons, his blog, Our Story Begins is a chronicle of their life after the loss of his wife, Andrea, in March of 2011. Follow him on Twitter @InvProducerMan.

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7 Comments

  1. Momarchy Ladies

    July 3, 2013 at 3:04 pm

    This is awesome. There is really no excuse when it comes to losing weight. If you put in the effort it will happen. Congratulations- keep up the good work!

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