It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas - with our appearances yesterday on Regis and Kelly and at the Bryant Park Tree-lighting ceremony (complete with non-lighting tree), our Massey Hall shows this weekend, Ottawa the next, and New Year's in Detroit - but I'm somehow unable to fit into my Santa Suit this year. See, I'm a lighter, smaller Steven Page now. Since May I've been seeing a nutritionist and working hard at dropping the excess weight I've carried for so long. As any other chubster can attest, it's tough to keep the weight off after it's been lost, and I've certainly been a bit of a human yo-yo myself. However, I got really sick of being overweight. It can define you, and I've never been happy with it. I am really focused on taking care of myself and my health, and am 40 pounds down and finally within my BMI. It feels great, and I'm really proud of my achievement. Can I keep it off? Who knows. Will I try to? Yes, of course. There's not much room in my life for complacency.
Still, with every wish of mazel tov I am also greeted with looks of incredulity, queries into the state of my health, whispers of "who's that guy?", and since my recent public appearances, there's been a spate of gossip, shock, awe, concern, delight, and just plain playa-hatin' (on the internet?? NO!!). For those who want to know - I'm doing great. Yes, it's been a terrible year for the band, and for me personally, but there have also been many things to be happy and grateful for: Falling in love, a renewed sense of peace, the best health of my adult life, some amazing creative and artistic opportunities, and the chance for a renewed and fruitful relationship with my band, friends and loved ones.
Thanks for thinking of me - I look forward to seeing many of you at the upcoming gigs. May you and those close to you have the best holiday yet. I intend to.