I can't believe I'm awake at this hour…
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osodecanela… Doing laundry no less!
Earlier this evening, or rather last evening, I went rummaging in my closet again. Well, all those 2Xs I have been saving for a rainy day because they didn't fit, now do! They were unfortunately a little musty, and the little dusty, and so they've gotten laundered. I found another 20 shirts. Some I would only wear on an unusual occasion (one for example is a Jacobean shirt appropriately worn with my kilt, which certainly doesn't qualify as every day wear!). Sadly, at least half a dozen will be only worn once they've been ironed, a bit of a pain in the behind, but something I can put up with.
I've needed this confirmation that things are happening. I've been on a plateau now for almost 3 weeks. I know that often it's during the plateau that suddenly my size changes. That appears to be what's just happened.
Yesterday was another day of confirmations.
I stopped at the local fruitstand that's just reopened for the season, when on my way to the gym. The family that owns and runs it has always been extremely personable with me; sadly, everyone of them has a 'weight issue'. I threw a few items in a basket and brought them to the register to pay. The man at the counter started with "how may I help y – Doc! My God!!
Apparent subtlety isn't his strong suit.
He called his brother over, who took 15 seconds looking at me before it registered who I was. I wound up being pumped for details on exactly what I've been doing for the next 15 minutes.
Thereafter, it was off to the gym.
I was successful in holding a gun to my head and finally getting through a round of the weight machines. My triceps are complaining about it loudly right now. Then it was a 4 mile run, followed by a soak in the hot tub. In the tub were two guys I've been chatting with the last couple of months, both of whom made a rather big deal of my progress. Another man who knew both of them apparently took note, because he cornered me at the swimsuit spinner right after my shower. He too wanted details. Upon hearing that I've dropped 82 pounds in the last 5 1/2 months, he asks, "what's your goal?"to which I replied, "to look good naked."(Perhaps not the best thing to say when one actually is naked and is talking to yet another naked person.)
He in turn, snorted. "Who the hell looks good naked after 50?"
I smiled. "Speak for yourself."
Well, tomorrow is yet another day. And my wardrobe is just that much bigger, leaving me no worries about showing up at work, naked. (No matter how good I think I may look!)
Earlier this evening, or rather last evening, I went rummaging in my closet again. Well, all those 2Xs I have been saving for a rainy day because they didn't fit, now do! They were unfortunately a little musty, and the little dusty, and so they've gotten laundered. I found another 20 shirts. Some I would only wear on an unusual occasion (one for example is a Jacobean shirt appropriately worn with my kilt, which certainly doesn't qualify as every day wear!). Sadly, at least half a dozen will be only worn once they've been ironed, a bit of a pain in the behind, but something I can put up with.
I've needed this confirmation that things are happening. I've been on a plateau now for almost 3 weeks. I know that often it's during the plateau that suddenly my size changes. That appears to be what's just happened.
Yesterday was another day of confirmations.
I stopped at the local fruitstand that's just reopened for the season, when on my way to the gym. The family that owns and runs it has always been extremely personable with me; sadly, everyone of them has a 'weight issue'. I threw a few items in a basket and brought them to the register to pay. The man at the counter started with "how may I help y – Doc! My God!!
Apparent subtlety isn't his strong suit.
He called his brother over, who took 15 seconds looking at me before it registered who I was. I wound up being pumped for details on exactly what I've been doing for the next 15 minutes.
Thereafter, it was off to the gym.
I was successful in holding a gun to my head and finally getting through a round of the weight machines. My triceps are complaining about it loudly right now. Then it was a 4 mile run, followed by a soak in the hot tub. In the tub were two guys I've been chatting with the last couple of months, both of whom made a rather big deal of my progress. Another man who knew both of them apparently took note, because he cornered me at the swimsuit spinner right after my shower. He too wanted details. Upon hearing that I've dropped 82 pounds in the last 5 1/2 months, he asks, "what's your goal?"to which I replied, "to look good naked."(Perhaps not the best thing to say when one actually is naked and is talking to yet another naked person.)
He in turn, snorted. "Who the hell looks good naked after 50?"
I smiled. "Speak for yourself."
Well, tomorrow is yet another day. And my wardrobe is just that much bigger, leaving me no worries about showing up at work, naked. (No matter how good I think I may look!)
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Date: 2014-04-07 10:49 pm (UTC)Congratulations on your progress,! :)