Instead of starting another thread on the same subject I'm revisiting and updating this one.
It's been a couple of years now since I let myself go to hell in a handbasket. My pain specialist (post lumbar fusion) points to my belly and says "that's not helping". He's not wrong... the desire to clean is clock for pointing this out so bluntly notwithstanding.
As I've outgrown clothes, going from pants size 38 to 40 to 42 and precipitously close to 44s (I'm just shy of 5' 6"), with my belly itself approaching 50", and having to segregate shirts that measure <50" at the midsection, I took a long hard look at myself literally and figuratively. A few years ago during my flirtation with Heathenry I made a promise to Thor that I would get back into shape. I might not exceed where I've been in the past, but I would put my back into it (no pun intended). I had every intention of keeping that promise but it was one thing after another that made me just give up.
So after this long hard look at myself I decided enough is enough. Not only did I decide I'm not going up a size, I'm committed to going down in sizes. Thor (the real Thor, not the Marvel Comics Thor, though I wouldn't throw his clothes at him and kick him out
) and Hanuman have always been role models and inspiration for strength. I made a promise to them both (I'm Hindu but I revere Thor, he's a personal hero) that I would lose the chunk, get back into shape and get my strength and muscle back.
After wrestling with
how to do it I re-upped with Weight Watchers (Waist Watchers as I sometimes call it). It has worked in the past for me, it can work again. I joined and went to my first meeting and weigh-in last Sunday. I tipped the scale at 225 lbs, 5 lbs down from where I was at my worst in 2012 the first time I joined WW. The group leader, whom I've known since my first tour with WW in 2012 looked at me and said "where... have.. you... been!?" I pointed to my belly and said "now, what do you think?" and laughed. In the meeting I made a few of my regular off-the-wall kooky comments. The leader said "OK everybody, he's
baaack". I said "Be afraid, be very afraid".
So it was a good welcome, and I felt comfortable... where I should be.
I've been back to the gym and back to my walks. I'm
NOT the cripple I've made myself out to be. I've been licking wounds that were never really there. My walking pace is a little slower, and my distance is a little less after 3 years (I have an app called Map My Walk), my weights in the gym are a bit less than I left off with, but it's coming back. I've got a couple of mobile apps that track my walks and my gym workouts. The WW mobile app tracks my food. The Apple Watch I got (part of a phone upgrade package) tracks movement and interfaces with WW. It tracks steps just by wearing it. I get reports, reminders to get up and move, and atta-boys. It's all become a personal challenge, a head game, to make achievements and progress.
In a couple of weeks I've lost about 3" off my belly. I have a little trepidation about next week's weigh-in, as most of us do. On one hand I want to see the scale go down, but on the other hand I'm just as happy to see my measurements changing in the right ways.