I complain and gripe about working out and about counting points.  I whine about being on a plateau and about the scale.  I bitch a LOT about stress.  One thing I don’t think I’ve done, though, is talk much about Jon and about how he very quietly passed me up a long time ago.

We’ve tried losing weight off and on since about 2004, but have never been successful.  We created goals and started charts and even took before pictures.  For whatever reason … pressure, laziness, stress … we always failed.

Something worked this time around.  Sometimes I believe the laid-back approach helped make it work.  Sometimes I believe we had just become fed up and were tired of not finishing what we’d started.  Whatever it was, it was a great thing.

Jon has lost about 60 pounds since we started in January.  He runs multiple times a week, goes to the gym, goes to pilates with me and has recently started some sort of martial arts training.  He spends at least 50% of his time in airports and hotels, so this is an accomplishment that took a lot of effort.  Unsurprisingly, he did it without the whining, bitching and freak-out moments that I tend to have and has been almost happy to do the work required to attain this weight loss.

I am so proud of him.  I continue to be amazed each and every day.

Jon in Atlanta

July 2004


July 2005

Jon & Henry

August 2006

Jon @ Fair

September 2007

Lookout Mountain/Rock City

November 2007  (Just before beginning to lose weight.)

Jon's Birthday

September 2008