Ken 2.0: Six months in, Ken looks back and ahead

I do have a weight loss goal, though, and today I'm going to come clean about it. I want to be down a total of 50 pounds by Christmas.

There. I've said it. And hopefully it'll prove as freeing as my initial admission that I am fat.

Fifty pounds doesn't seem impossible. It won't take me near my ideal weight, but it's a short-term goal. Hopefully it's achievable, although the last few months seem to indicate it isn't.

I want you to know that I'm not giving up. I won't. I can't.

I also want you to know that I have made significant improvements over the past several months, even if they're not all visible on the scale.

I am smaller. Thirty-four pounds smaller.

I'm firmer in some places, notably my arms, chest and legs, and looser in others. My stomach wobbles now that there's less fat stretching the skin taut; it's not pretty, but there you have it.

My endurance has improved. I still can't run very far, but I can walk five miles without stopping. Stairs don't leave me short of breath anymore. Because I've been working a variety of muscle groups — stretching them out, making them stronger — I have an easier time stooping and squatting and performing strenuous household tasks.

I have a better quality of life now. I hesitate to say that, because I don't want to imply that anyone's value is determined by their weight, but for me, losing a little weight and exercising has improved my outlook and capabilities.

I hope that continues. And I hope you'll stick with me as I continue to detail my victories and setbacks.

I ask only one thing. If you see me in public or we happen to meet, fight back the urge to punch or poke me. I'll shake your hand. I'll even hug.

I don't need any help beating myself up.