Long ago I adjusted to life without a mother. For most of the last 30 years, the majority of my friends' mothers were living and most still are. Being motherless set me apart, especially in my twenties and thirties. I occasionally have met individuals who also lost their mothers in early adulthood.
My goal was to write the best book ever written by someone considering weight loss surgery. That's a subjective goal, but I gave it everything I had and was not going to turn it over to the public until there was nothing I could do to make it better.
Obesity was messing with my "you can do anything you set your mind to" theory. On weight loss, I felt like Sisyphus from Greek mythology, who was punished by the gods by pushing a boulder up a hill each day and then having the boulder roll back down. Forever.
I was in a coffee shop, having breakfast with my daughter, Angela Luhys, on a week when my weight loss had reached the 90 pound mark since November. While sharing this great milestone with Angela, the guy in the booth behind me was trying to sell an annuity.
Some people think aiming to lose 175 pounds is insane. For me, it is the only way to get there. When I've set "impossible" goals in a business setting, I've always made them. I get excited and motivated. Small goals don't interest me at all.
Most people have what is called an "alert-number" when it comes to weight. That number varies from individual to individual, but is usually 20 pounds or more above or below where we are comfortable with ourselves. The "alert-number" doesn't work for addicts.