So I've been contemplating what I should post about as I'm approaching the end of my year. I want to make sure I don't waste these last days with meaningless babble. I wanted to share something that is a little strange. I know in past posts I've mentioned that the entire time I was excessively fat that in my mind I would still picture myself as two hundred and thirty (ish) pounds. Now that I am down, you would think that I would feel the same way as before. Or maybe that I would picture myself as one hundred and eighty pounds. Instead, I will go to do something, and forget that I am no longer three hundred and sixty plus pounds. I used to get nervous sitting on chairs or walking through tight spaces. I would intentionally park close to the right line in a parking space to leave extra room on the drivers side for me to get in and out. I hated going out to eat and having to sit in a booth, because most booths aren't made to hold someone with an obese belly. It is a really strange feeling when I sit down in a booth, and not only do I fit, but I have extra space. I don't have to worry about breaking a chair anymore (well, I'm sure there are some rickety old ones that wouldn't handle my weight). It is odd when this happens, but it is also pretty encouraging. There is nothing like the present surprise of being able to squeeze into my car when the guy next to me parks over the line. These are just a few of the benefits of being nearly half the man I was at this time last year. I'm encouraged and motivated to keep losing my butter half!
My calories today were great. I have a weigh in tomorrow morning, and with the poor eating I did Saturday, Sunday, and Monday I will be lucky if I'm down even a pound. I'm hoping that somehow I'm down two pounds, but I'm not holding my breath. My workout this morning was solid. Now if I can just get enough sleep to energize my morning workouts.
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