A couple of days ago, I went back on my hardcore (Slim-Fast) diet. I started at 185.5 and today I weighed in at 184. A good start, but of course right now I'm probably just losing water weight. But it's encouraging. I'm at work, so I gotta go!
No, I am not so feeble as to be working out with 2lb. weights. No, no; the first one-hour workout last night apparently made a 2lb. difference. Yes, I'm down to 182.5. I suspect a lot of that was water weight, as I don't think it's possible to lose 2lbs. in just one workout. But, you know what? I feel great already!
Christy was tremendously supportive when I explained what I had discovered yesterday morning. I told her what my plan was, and--bless her--she enthusiastically declared, "I'm in!" Man, I love this girl. I'm so glad I snatched her up.
Together we can do this. Together we can do anything.
I was scared to my senses--a wake-up call, if you will--when I stepped onto the scale this morning.
I bought a nice digital scale with the intention of keeping track of my weight. But if I didn't step on that scale, I didn't have to face my problem. And I haven't faced my problem for months.
When the display blinked 184.5, I suddenly felt sick. I wondered how I could let myself gain so much weight and not notice it. "I just feel bloated. I'm not really fat," I always reason.
Wrong. Dead wrong. I am not just bloated. I am overweight--if not outright fat.
My beautiful wife deserves better than this. I need to take care of myself... for her, if not for me.
I need to do something. Seriously. Now.
The first plans of action are to up my workouts from two half-hour sessions per week to five one-hour sessions, and go on a serious diet. Fruit and salads, here I come!
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