10/07/2009 23:08
52 Pounds Gone
It's weird. If someone had told me a year ago, I would not only start, but keep losing weight without dieting or counting calories or even doing strenuous exercise, I would have told them to peddle that sh*t to someone else. Yet, here I am. All I really did was get a full-time job that requires me to work the full 8 hours, which means a lot of walking. I don't have time to graze all day anymore and bam, from 237 to 185. New body. Onederland.
My legs look small. My arms look small. Cheek bones are defined and muscles are getting bigger. My body feels great and I don't count, measure, or kill myself.
Don't get me wrong. Work is hard. Like I said, I'm walking all night long, seven miles or more and I do physical lifting, but damn, I'm not starving or obsessing over food anymore. I'm at the point where I WANT to work out. I'm ready to run again and lift weights because I want it, not because I feel I have to do it.
I thought I'd always be heavy. Onederland seemed like a dream location I'd never achieve again. Not at 38. Not so far gone as I felt and now it's all different. Now I know it truly is about output. How much are you willing to do to take off the pounds? Not starve, not count, but WORK. It is true -- without hard work, you achieve nothing.
Now if I could just get the personal side of my life in order. Ahh, that hard work thing again.