This morning I woke up and did something that I haven’t done in over 25 years…
That’s right, I looked down at the scale and the first number was a 1 instead of a 2. No weird tricks – No sitting in the sauna for half an hour or going on a 40 mile ride in 90° heat with no water – No hanging from a chin-up bar – Just a straight number from the same scale I’ve weighed myself with for 1783 days (actually we’ve had it for longer than that, but that’s how long I’ve been serious-serious…)
25 years is a long time, but even that number really doesn’t express the magnitude of it because I’ve been big even longer than I’ve been over 200. It was probably a growth spurt and not adiposity that first catapulted me over that number in my youth. My excitement is tempered by the fact that donning jeans or a pair of street shoes takes me back over that number, but the trip is not over and this is just another station to pass. Winter will be difficult as I need to lose more, then return to the gym (no free-weights, I did not forget about you), and strength train to gain a little of it back. 72.6 pounds down, only a handful to go.
For today, I relax and enjoy being in what is officially the best shape of my life.