269.5
That’s two-hundred-sixty-nine and one half pounds. Pounds of what you ask? Pounds of me, says I. That’s what I weighed this morning, and that my friends is as high as I am willing to let that number get.
Four years ago or so I weight right around 270, and I decided that enough was enough. I changed my eating habits - I didn’t go on a diet per-se, I just stopped stuffing myself. I started exercising, and by that I mean I started walking. Just 10 minutes a day at first. Then after a few weeks 20 minutes. Then 30 minutes a few weeks later. Eventually I was walking about 50 minutes a day. That’s all the exercise I did, but that’s all it takes. After about five months, I was down to 215 pounds.
People noticed my progress, and I’d get asked what kind of diet was I on? South Beach? Atkins? Nope…I was on the good old fashioned “Eat Less, Exercise More” diet, and I can state from personal experience that it works fabulously.
So what happened? Well, about three years ago or so, my Dad died. I lost all enthusiasm for exercise so that stopped. Gradually I began to eat more. Gradually I began to gain weight again. And here I am looking at 269.5 again.
They say time heals all wounds, and I’ve healed. And I’m tired of being fat again. So, starting today I have changed my lifestyle back to the healthy one I gave up on. The one where I eat less and exercise more. We’ll have to see what November (5 months from now) brings.
