Two years ago, I came to the realisation that I was overweight, not by alot, but enough that I could feel it. Having been athletic earlier in my life, the decade of sloth and indulgence had caught up to me. With a new-found love of the Wii, I challenged myself to lose 20lbs as long as it took. 14 weeks later, I’d lost 18 and was satisfied. Then I gave up.
Fast forward to 2012, I find myself in nearly the same situation as where I started in 2010. Today, I weighed in at 83.5kg (184lbs), my highest ever. I feel heavy. I feel things jiggle. I feel sluggish. I look ok head-on, but in profile, like I’m turning into my Grampa as I knew him–a great and fair man, but definitely short and plump. I don’t like how my clothes fit on me (they don’t). I don’t feel young anymore or like the picture of me I have in my head.
This must change and it will. I plan to diet and exercise as I did two years ago. I plan to hold myself accountable by blogging each week with results.