League of Extraordinary Middle Age Gentlemen
What's especially interesting to me is that I honestly didn't care what I ate or drank or how much exercise I did or didn't get until a few weeks ago. It just didn't matter how many bags of chips I inhaled or how high the pile of empty beer bottles was getting in the garage. I generally felt healthy and happy, and paid absolutely no mind to my expanding waistline. I playfully referred to myself as becoming "pleasantly plump", although I didn't really believe it. So why the wake up call? Why now?
I'm not sure, but the need to expeditiously become a slimmer and trimmer person hit me upside the head. It was like a premonitory wind that came up in December and blew me over on Boxing Day. My wife has been gently encouraging me to eat better for a long time, to try out her yoga classes and her raw food concoctions, to take care of myself. I smiled and waved and carried on with the consumption of heaping helpings of unhealthy food at all hours and all portions--invincible.
Watching the scale move down in tiny minuscule steps, I embrace the fact that getting anywhere close to my ideal weight of 170 pounds is going to take time, and lots of it. So, as the meter starts to drop I plan to celebrate the victories along the way. Getting below 200 will be the first major milestone. From there, 190 and beyond, to territory I have not seen for at least 15 years.
January 5, 2010 - 204.8 pounds, 31.0 % body fat