The PIN of my first bank debit card spelled out the word ‘FOOD’. This wasn’t a quiet cry for help but it was also no accident. I was 13 years old and that’s precisely how I decided, of free will, large belly and sound mind, to announce my arrival into the world of neighborhood banking and personal finance. 3-6-6-3. FOOD.
I was a fat boy. There’s no other way to say it. An adjective of any softer a hue would only masquerade the truth. Fat I was and fat, unfortunately, I still am. Only, it’s not simply called ‘fat’ any more.
As an adult my kind of girth is now labeled obese, a modern onamonapia-quality buzz word I never heard once as a child. It’s a word, fittingly, too large to be a debit card PIN. Whether the term was actually in circulation in the 80’s or not, I’ve been clinically obese for at least two and a half decades but as a topic of discussion it is still very, very new for me. Obesity is a battle I face daily — being active, making wise food choices, not eating a entire dinner while making dinner — but it’s a battle that, at age 40, increasingly seems like one I will never win. I no quitter, but remaining hopeful that the hard work at the gym and my best efforts in the kitchen will ever be enough is becoming a challenge. My body is sore and there are still too many chins on my face.
You might think the words above would be difficult to share publicly but that was a breeze. I ain’t telling you anything you couldn’t gleam from seeing a photo of me, even a photo taken from above which makes me look WAY less huge. This next bit though, this isn’t easy to admit but we share everything here right?
Over the past few months there have been more than a few Google searches along the lines of “how can I lose weight fast?” and “how do I suppress my appetite?” traceable back to my IP address. Those kinds of quick fix remedies and, really, any solution devoid of nose-to-the-grindstone hard work, are wildly out of character for this guy who likes to do most everything the hard way. However, since turning 40 this past January, bumbling the best health and wellness stretch of my life, and the undeniable fact that my wardrobe has shrunk as I’ve expanded and it’s now a struggle to fit into the new, smaller clothes I bought and wore last year, I began to think about shortcuts to become, if not slim, significantly less obese as I prepare my wide body to hike 84 miles across the skinniest part of England for charity this summer.
After only a few Google searches, it became clear that the end would not justify the means. It would be unwise for me to cheat by putting pills into my body to achieve weight loss, but there is another way to reduce the most stubborn fat from my love handles and abdomen. Something new, something non-invasive, something futuristic: SculpSure.
Body contouring is brand new to me but a 25 minute SculpSure procedure that, over the course of 6-12 treatments, may destroy nearly a quarter of fat cells in those annoying spots that seem immune to my weight loss efforts (yeah, I’m looking at you, love handles!) is highly intriguing. Of course one would still need to be active (isn’t everyone wearing FitBits now for this reason?) and fall in line with an appropriate and balanced diet, but the world’s first FDA-cleared laser treatment feels like a helping hand instead of a quick fix on the road to weight loss and increased self-esteem. Also, maybe with SculpSure those size 40 Lee Jeans and the other abandoned clothes in the back of the closet will be back in play in a few months time and maybe, just maybe, this guy won’t be begging for the sweet embrace of death after hiking 84 miles along Hadrian’s Wall over the course of 7 days this summer.
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