I have not written in almost a month. I have written plenty for work, but I have not added to The Jerry Project since July 14. I have lost five pounds since then. As of this morning I am tipping the scales at 194 pounds. I was hoping to be down to 190 by now but I am happy with my progress. I haven’t been exercising as much as I’d like due to work commitments and I am eating more “regular” food that usual.
The good news is that I haven’t gained any weight and I continue to lose despite having to depart from the strict regimen for a few weeks. Things will be back to normal soon as far as my schedule is concerned and I’ll be able to resume the five-night per week weight-lifting program soon.
I saw a writer friend of mine last night that I haven’t seen in some months. Let’s call him Big E. He said he has been following the “saga.” Big E said it’s been fun reading but it’s even more so when I get pissed off.
This struck me as funny. I do seem to get edgier in my writing and my Facebook status updates when I am angry. I am sarcastic by nature. People who know me know that I have a quick temper. I wish my wit was just as quick. I must admit, I have been angry through much of this process. I don’t understand what’s been happening with my own body and it’s frustrating. I usually don’t need external motivation for my workouts and I rarely go into ye olde home gym angry. But, when I do, I wear myself out and finish in a pool of sweat. Whatever formula I have concocted is working for me.
I am flattered that so many people have been following along, especially fellow purveyors of the written word – you know who you are.
I have been fueled by compliments lately. I know I preach humility to a great many people. My ego enjoys the compliments I have been getting. I use them to keep me motivated because it is a reminder that I am not finished yet. Everyone wants to know how much I’ve lost. I happily tell them “40 pounds” but I add, “but, I still have a ways to go.” My wardrobe is another reminder I am not finished yet. Last time I wrote that I went shopping in my own closet. Most of my clothes still don’t fit properly.
Last night, I had the occasion to wear my black suit. Last winter I no longer fit in the jacket. I couldn’t button it. Few things make me as angry as pulling something out of the closet I haven’t worn in awhile and finding that it doesn’t fit because I’ve packed on the pounds. It’s exhilarating to be able to fit into this suit jacket again. It’s a real sign that I have made significant progress. But, the dress shirt I wore is a reminder that I need to get to a weight and stay there so I can get some clothes that fit properly.
I was also hoping to feel in shape enough to take another progress photo but I think I’ll wait until I get to 190 pounds.
There’s a 5K coming up in about five weeks I’d like to enter. I’d bet dollars to donuts I’ll actually run this one start to finish.
Sorry for the delay, life gets in the way sometimes. But, rest assured, I am still making progress and I can’t tell you the last time I had soup for lunch.