Today was my second official weigh-in. The result was discouraging. I started this project after discovering that my weight had shot up to 307 pounds, higher than it had ever been before. I wasn’t comfortable in the 290s, mind you, but at least I could say I hadn’t hit the triple century mark. In my first week of healthier living, I dropped seven pounds. That still left me at 300. I expected to lose more weight my second week. I wasn’t sure how much. Surely not seven pounds. That’d be insane. Maybe I’d lose two pounds, the amount my doctor wants me to drop each week. But three pounds ... that’d be better. Or five, the equivalent of a bag of sugar. Five pounds wouldn’t be too much too ask. Or even — let’s be honest — another seven pounds. Why not? I’ve been eating less and better. I’ve been working out nearly every day. Last night, in fact, I did an hour of weightlifting and about 30 minutes of cardio. No way I could’ve done that a month ago. I deserve to be seven pounds lighter! But I’m not. I changed into workout clothes about 11:30 a.m. and headed down to The Oklahoman’s fitness center, where the official Ken 2.0 scale lives. I slipped off my New Balance shoes and stepped onto the scale, nervous — but eager, too. This has been a long week. I wanted some good news. The health club scale isn’t digital. It’s the old-fashioned kind with a series of counterweights that you slide across the top until you find a balance. I watched as Robyn Pendleton, who runs the gym, adjusted the weights. And I stared in disbelief. "It looks as if you’re just about the same as last week,” she said, her words coming slow. Almost instantly, she transitioned into make-Ken-feel-better mode, telling me that scales don’t tell the whole story. She brought up the old "muscle weighs more than fat” saw, which people only mention when they’re talking you off a ledge. I barely heard her. No weight loss, I thought. None at all. I’m 300 pounds. Still. Am I discouraged? Of course, I am. I’m out here in front of the world, baring my belly and my feelings. It’s not a comfortable situation, but it’s a lot easier when I have something positive to report. Not losing weight is embarrassing. I’m already dreading next week’s weigh-in. But am I giving up? Of course not. I may not look any better, but I already feel healthier. I’m going to keep on counting calories, going to the gym and improving myself. If I fail, it won’t be for lack of trying.
Staff Writer Ken Raymond began a yearlong weight loss and fitness journey on April 1. Here are his stats: Age: 40 Height: About 6 feet 1 inch Beginning weight: 307 pounds Current weight: 300 pounds