Monday, September 20, 2010
What the Hell had happened I wondered? How did I ever allow my gut to expand beyond the healthy love handle stage into beach ball bingo mode? Seems like I went to sleep a svelte 190 or so and one day out of the blue, I woke up and those handles now started just below my tits. Wow.
So I promised myself I would lose 50 pounds and at least drop back into human form before I kicked the bucket. As I said, I think that was 3 years ago. That first Spring and Summer I managed to greet October weighing about 211. By March of the next year, I ballooned again but kept it down to around 230. I hit October last year a little closer to my target weight by dropping down to 206, but lost ground again once the snow covered everything up. This past March I greeted Spring at 217. Finally I thought, this is the season I ride myself back to 190 pounds.
I can smell 190. I have been hovering around 192 -193 for a month now. I have what? - less than 2 weeks to drop 3 more pounds? Certainly seems to be a reasonable expectation to think I can lose a paltry 3 pounds before October 1st. Yeah, well it ain't I guess. I have been trying now for over a month and it seems as if my body is now rebelling with everything it has. Barring some self amputation for that quick victory, I sit here frustrated as my previous attempts to breach the last wall have been turned back.
Ten days actually. Ten days to reach a goal I have thought about for three years. Anyone know how much an arm weighs?