I am down 32 pounds, and I feel great. I've lost 3 notches in my belt, and it is, in fact, in a hole that I've never put it in before. The best part of this? It happens simply because I am eating right and getting exercise. Nothing crazy, nothing crash. I simply ceased to worry about the weight and concern myself with the health. The weight has sort of taken care of itself. Oh, the rate is slow to be sure, but I am not in a huge hurry. Once you accept this is something you are doing for the next 30-40 years (if I am lucky), the speed becomes unimportant.
I mention this because I've spent the last weekend digging out hard-packed SC clay to pour my patio next weekend. The resulting trench is 25ft x 7ft x 4 inches deep. I am sore (my hands are so sore I can't play guitar right now), but I was surprised at how well I held up. Had it not been for my weight loss, I would never have been able to do it. I imagined myself with an extra 32 pounds on my back, trying to move that clay. Honestly, I am thrilled beyond expression, and I feel better than I've felt in ages.
I feel so much better that I am going to do something that might be a little stupid. As of this moment, I am in training for the
Marine Corps Mud Run in Columbia, SC. Such a thing would have been unheard of for me 6 months ago, but now, I am very excited to do it.
What a difference 6 months and 32 pounds can make!
posted @ Tuesday, May 06, 2008 9:52 AM