6 months and nearly 40 pounds later I'm down to 174 pounds.
My goal was 175 so kudos to me.
Losing weight was part of a personal experiment on self control and other things. I made a list of things I was going to do, and out of the whole list I only did one, but it was the biggest, most challenging one.
Pants that used to be tight are starting to fall right off my hips, my shirts fit looser and more comfortably, but it's a double edged sword. Losing weight doesn't do anything but make you be more critical of yourself. Of course if I wasn't critical of myself I wouldn't have lost all of that weight so it comes with the good and the bad, just like everything else.
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I was talking to a friend last night, on the phone, and he asked "What's going on?"
My response, "My enemy is wine and I will fight the only way I know, with an empty glass and a willingness to drink."
His reply, "Lush."
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I've started reading Jack Kerouac's "On The Road" again, and I forgot just how much this book affected me the first time I read it. I had to stop myself at the line, "A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world."
Tell me that doesn't just break your heart. Tell me.
My goal was 175 so kudos to me.
Losing weight was part of a personal experiment on self control and other things. I made a list of things I was going to do, and out of the whole list I only did one, but it was the biggest, most challenging one.
Pants that used to be tight are starting to fall right off my hips, my shirts fit looser and more comfortably, but it's a double edged sword. Losing weight doesn't do anything but make you be more critical of yourself. Of course if I wasn't critical of myself I wouldn't have lost all of that weight so it comes with the good and the bad, just like everything else.
- - -
I was talking to a friend last night, on the phone, and he asked "What's going on?"
My response, "My enemy is wine and I will fight the only way I know, with an empty glass and a willingness to drink."
His reply, "Lush."
- - -
I've started reading Jack Kerouac's "On The Road" again, and I forgot just how much this book affected me the first time I read it. I had to stop myself at the line, "A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world."
Tell me that doesn't just break your heart. Tell me.