Okay, so I go and subtract 3 pounds from my weight on my Sparkpage, but can't even really celebrate the fact, because for all of last year I was a naughty fellow deserving of a sound spanking on my increasingly taught butt cheeks.
I started Sparkpeople with a bang and went from 238 to 231 in a few weeks, but then the economy hit and I used my working 16 to 18 hours a day to keep from going belly up as an excuse to justify neglecting my physical objectives. So, over the course of numerous months in 2009, I ballooned from 231 to 255. Did you read that? Is your calculator smoking from the strain of figuring that one out?
My ass had expanded to dimensions so vast that NASA came knocking at my door asking if they could use me for an alternate space shuttle landing spot.
Anyway, I got business under control enough that the clouds of obsession parted long enough for me to look in the mirror and realize I needed to haul over to Walmart and buy a second mirror. That's when I woke up. So, in January, I turned my mind back to what matters far more than making money, and that is the health and vitality of my physical body.
I've since lost just over 25 pounds, but in my mind it really doesn't count because I had already lost seven pounds of that before shifting my priorities. Now that I've entered in 229, I declare that I've lost 3 pounds. The rest of the weight should never have been allowed to attach itself to my carcass in the first place.
So, I've got great physical habits, I'm settled into a beautiful area of Tacoma/Seattle that inspires me to get up and get out, and I'm happier than ever, with my eyeballs firmly gazing at the 200 pound mark on the way to 180.
If I'm feeling this good at 229, I can't even comprehend what 199, 189, and 180 are going to be like.