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Friday, May 24, 2019
Monthly Weigh-in 05/24/2019 = 180-lbs; Official weight-loss for 2019 = 10-lbs; Total weight-loss for this project = 45-lbs;
It was around one-year ago when I began blogging about this effort. Time moves faster than does a war against blubber and that is a natural fact. That's me inside the size XL teeshirt above. No, I haven't lost so much weight that I have achieved translucence; under certain lighting the "selfie" lens on my archaic iPod Touch gets weird ... I kinda like the effect ...
AIWB carry works out to be just about perfect in taking up any slack and keeping my trousers from falling.
Being the eternal optimist that I am, I kept some jeans from back in the days when I sported a size 32 waist ... that may have been 30-years or more ago ... I intend on wearing them again. As a sign of my determination, I gave away all of my pants with the size 36 waist; should I ever return to a weight when I again need pants with a 36 waist I'm very certain that they would need to bury me in them soon thereafter. For the present, the size 34 waist is comfortable albeit a bit too loose at times; it is still too soon for me to try wiggling into a size 32.
So, do I find that the loss of 45-pounds gives me boundless energy? Well, not really. I am decades older than when I last was at this weight ... I am more active after losing the weight but not much more energetic or ambitious ... maybe a little bit but not a whole lot ... I am a lazy ass by nature. I feel generally better overall ... healthier ... and my old knees appreciate not carrying the extra load. Sticking to the diet has been well worth it but, truth be told, it is not the intoxicating giant slurp from the fountain of youth that I had hoped for ... so far it has been like a buzzy little sip.