Well I jumped on the weighscale this morn and set a new personal record. I haven’t been this light in 25 years. I’ve been a fat slob for a long, long time. Still am, but now I can just barely see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I’ve begun to see evidence of my weight loss but I’m still not happy. The weight is coming out of my arms and legs, it seems. FFS.
The other day I read that Tiny over at BCE was bitching about some minor aches and pains and I kept quiet because nobody wants to listen to sanctimonious health Nazis … and it’s not a role I want to play. But I know exactly what he’s talking about, and losing a bit of weight has done away with a few of them. I used to hate the stairs because my ankles were starting to hurt. The first few steps out of bed in the morning were excruciating some days. My back was always on fire. After losing the weight, I am up and down the stairs like a whore’s drawers. All the little aches and pains are gone or have largely dissipated like they were never there. Not telling anyone what to do… you do you as they say. Eat what ya want and die like a man…
It also makes me restless. I need to get a serious personal fitness regimen going. I’ll have to think about that in more detail.
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