Shopping in My Own Closet

I continue to shrink.
I continue to shrink.

What’s happening party people? There is a new scale in the bathroom that I hope is much more accurate than the last one. This one also calculates body fat, water and body mass index (BMI). As of this morning, I weigh 199.3 pounds. Finally, I weigh less than 200 pounds. Many people have said not to worry about the number on the scale but worry about losing fat and inches. I will respectfully disagree. The number on the scale is a major indicator of success…for me.

Another indicator of success is trimming my 5K time. I have also been trying to actually, you know, run 5K. I managed my 2nd and 3rd fastest times this weekend and I actually ran a full 3.12 miles today. It sucked. It hurt. But, I did it. Ever since participating in the Oakland Running Festival’s 5K back in March, I have been determined to actually, you know, run 5K. I’ve run two miles, two and a quarter, two…I always end up alternating walking and running the last mile to mile and a quarter.

You’d think I would have logged my best time running the full 3.12 miles. I didn’t run very fast. I set out with the goal of jogging the whole thing so I took my time. I also ran yesterday so I was sore and not so fast. I thought I was going to do it yesterday after logging my fastest mile but quit running after two miles. I walked about a half of mile and jogged the rest – 37:06. I managed 35:57 today. My fastest remains 35:18 logged July 6. A quick dip in the pool for the sweaty mess I turned myself into was quite refreshing.

I look at it this way. Finishing 5K at a jog instead of walking part of it is just another indicator of better fitness. It’s similar to adding more weight to the barbell because I’m getting stronger and want to keep getting stronger.

I have been paying attention to inches lost by way of my wardrobe. I have gone from 40-inch waist pants to 36. I have shrunk from a 2XL shirt size to L. I fit in dress shirts with 16 ½-inch necks now. Last fall I was wearing 18.

So, I went shopping in my own closet today. I have plenty of casual shirts and sweaters, t-shirts and workout shorts. Plenty is an understatement, more like an overabundance. I was overrun with white athletic socks as well. I have a disturbing lack of dress clothes. I’m not quite ready to go spend gobs of money on new clothes since I am not at my goal weight yet. Nine more pounds and I’ll think about some new clothes.

I soldier on fighting the good fight. I admit there are some evenings I do want to work out. There are weekends when I want to become one with the couch. There are days I want to say, “screw it” and inhale an In and Out Burger double-double. Then I think about how far I’ve come and then I go lift something heavy.

I’m tired. I’m sore. I’m NOT FINISHED.

Nor will I ever be I would imagine except when I’m bald, smell funny, use a Hoveround for mobility and subsist on a liquid diet. Funny how we men leave the world pretty much the way we enter it.

I am so very close to my first major official goal of 190 pounds. Stay with me Party People, I should be there soon.

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