The belly of the beast.
Photo is sort of fuzzy ... I am lousy at taking sexy-selfies.
All gut and no butt makes it hard to keep belt-guns from sliding past the buns.
This is the time of year is when I usually say, "good enough" and push my body-weight out of my field of existential concerns. My "seasonal blues" and lethargy starts lifting around Groundhog Day and by the first day of spring I am usually back up to speed ... and again painfully overweight. My reptilian brain tells me that, at this stage of my life, it is imperative that I get lean and stay there. I can't let the shorter daylight hours start sending me back to the fridge for comfort ...
So ... I guess not losing any weight during the month of August isn't a negative thing ... after all, I didn't gain any weight, I'm still down 20 lbs since April. I don't recall a single day of falling off my diet ... I just wasn't as physically active as I should have been ... I've cut back on my walking because older guys strolling around are tempting targets for hooligans ... I need to find safer locations to perambulate ... where I can still legally "go armed" in case the world insists on proving that there is no such thing as a "safe place."
How were things three-years-ago? Well, I found some old notes ... I was 200 lbs on May 15, 2015, 195 lbs on May 29, 2015, and 190 lbs on July 22, 2015. I was still bicycling back then ... before it became apparent that motor vehicles and bicyclists are a poor competitive mix around here.
The goal (now) for the end of September is to weigh in at 200 lbs. The ultimate target remains to achieve and maintain a cyclic range of 165 lbs - 185 lbs.