October 12th, 2007
Losing more than I thought
In the grand scheme of having my wife move out, this is a silly thing to notice …
… but I’ve lost weight. A lot of it.
When we went to Seattle in August, I weighed in at a hefty 207 pounds. Slugging my way up Chinaman’s Peak reminded me that I needed to lose some weight, and I made a commitment to start working out more and toning up.
I just weighed myself – 188 pounds. Yes folks, I’ve lost 19 pounds in the past month. My 36-waist jeans are now loose on my hips, and my tummy actually looks – well – almost flat.
I’m about the same weight that I was in college in 1997. And I now weigh less than I did when I got married; back in ‘99, I weighed in at about 190 pounds.
And before you lecture me – yes, I’m eating. Since this whole thing started I have made myself a promise to eat three square meals a day. And I’ve stuck to that incredibly well; I could count on one hands the number of meals I have missed in the past month. What has gone by the wayside is the junk food and the snacking. The closest I have come to snacking is a bag of fresh green grapes on my desk at work.
Once the dust settles I’m going to get myself a rowing machine and start working out. Might as well take advantage of the newer, leaner me.