| 2012.02.21 |
This morning, the start of Week 7, I tipped the scales at 238.8, and I’ve reached the point where
my largest polo shirts are looking baggy.
YAY MY POLO SHIRTS ARE LOOKING BAGGY!!
(With a teeny tiny “BOO!” for having to buy new ones in a smaller size!)
My pants are back to fitting like they should, and I’m super happy about that. The larger trousers
I’d been wearing intermittently are now just “right out.”
My wife is off the diet. She wasn’t seeing the results, and became frustrated. Heck, I couldn’t
blame her — I’d have dropped this a long time ago if it wasn’t for having enough progress to keep
me trying. She’s switched to taking in carbs over a finite period (say, a weekend) and laying off
over the week in the hope of “jump starting” renewed loss.
Last week when I met with the doc he encouraged me to continue past my original goal. From a BMI
perspective, I should weigh below 200. Right now, though, I’ll continue to focus on tiny numbers
and constant progress rather than let myself think about all the weight I still have to drop.
By the way, I should reiterate where my original goal of 225 came from. Two years ago in June or
July I decided to get motivated and drop some weight. At the time I weighed about 275. Between
then and November I’d dropped over 50 pounds. I wasn’t following any diet in particular — just
started eating sensibly, doing some light workouts in the mornings and walking in the evenings.
I weighed about 225 when I moved here in December of that year, and I felt I looked awesome.
So my goal is to get back down to that weight.
Doc’s right, though. I mean, even at 225 there were photos of me that still weren’t flattering.
If I’m good this week, I think 235 could be doable — that’ll put me 10 pounds away from my
original goal.
Said another way, I’ll be 2/3 of my way toward my goal. Once I hit that, the rest is gravy.
Mmm…. gravy.
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