Another Friday. I stepped on the scale expecting a gain and instead still another pound or so down. I am within site of the next lower 10’s place. So it’s motivating to some degree. Needed some good news out of this.
One of the gory details of losing weight when you’ve let yourself go to the point I have, is everything becomes… uhm… Jiggly. It’s sort of like a deflated balloon. Where the pressure of fat inside my skin kept things relatively firm, as that pressure reduced everything sags and get more jiggly. My stomach hangs more, bits of my legs get just flabby and my arms, if I hold them out to give you a hug you’d thing I was drying towels… It’s the curse of things I guess, I must feel worse to feel better and all that…
Anyway, Weights this morning… Felt tired and puny at the start, and in the final arms exercises as well. This is the first session since I started back that I have felt the weight. It’s still not a ton of weight. In fact it sounds stupid for a 40 something to say, but it’s essentially the weight I was lifting in High School. Though I weighed A LOT less, I was reasonably athletic. (football, wrestling, etc..)
One important note, while I was carefully removing weights from the curl bar, so I wouldn’t drop them on my toe… I dropped the empty bar on it instead. Then stepped on a clamp and almost took a header into the eliptical…. It’s going to be one of those days I suspect.
I have an app on my phone that displays various quotes on the back ground. This showed up today, which is a good reminder I need to work on my patience. It frequently gets the best of me.
Adam is still farting around in his newly discovered basement project, and while temperature wise it is very nice out, I decided to forgo the monotony of a neighborhood walk, for the endless excitement of an eliptical run. Which as I am watching “The Last Kingdom” on Netflix, is actually a bit less mind numbing.