But I’m particularly proud of myself this morning.
See, I’ve been dieting. I got to a little over 270 and was just uncomfortable with it. Really, my belly was getting in the way of my wrenching so something had to go, the belly or the wrenching and I’m not about to give up my alone, quiet time, stress reliever.
I’ve been at it for a few months now and this morning I weighed myself at 248, first time I’ve been under 250 in a few years. Basically since my boy was born, now that I think of it.
The way I figure it, when I was in the Army running 3-5 miles 4 days a week and didn’t pay a lick of attention to what I ate I maintained a weight right around, or a little over, 220 so my goal here is to get under 230 again. Obviously I still have a ways to go, but this morning I’m feeling pretty good about it and that goal looks just a little bit more obtainable.