Two Years...

It's been two years since I hit my goal weight. As I noted last year at this time, the second weekend in May 2007 I dropped below 180 pounds, which had been my (twice-revised) goal for my weight loss. I had originally been shooting for 220 lbs. (from a start of >280!), but as I approached 220, it became obvious that I could still lose more weight. I revised to 200, and the same thing happened.

Well, below 180 I fall below the magic threshhold of "overweight" for my height (using standard BMI index; yes, I realize they're far from perfect). This is the first time in my adult life I've done so, and even as a child only briefly did I reside anywhere but "husky", "chunky", or "plus" sized. I went from a 44 inch waist to 30/32" and from a XXL shirt to M. I've lost so much weight, I've completely run the spectrum - where before I couldn't find clothes that fit me because I was too large, now I can't find any because I'm too small.

Believe me, I prefer it this way...

I'd be lying if I said it was easy. It's tough getting up every morning at 5 so I can work out before Mrs. G. goes to work - I'd much rather sleep for another two hours, sure. I've tried working out in the evening, but it just didn't work for me - the workout would often start at 9PM and run until after 10, meaning that I was trying to get to sleep shortly after a vigorous workout. Not happenin'. I've also passed on more birthday cake, comfort food, fast food, and party fare than I care to mention - the price of thin-dom is eternal vigilance.

Two years. That amazes me. I never would have thought the willpower would have held out this long...

That is all.