I don’t share personal things here often…that’s not what this blog is for. But I thought I’d share a minor triumph. I’ve lost 35 lbs since April. I’m by no means small, but I feel healthier and I look better and my knees don’t hurt. And I haven’t been on a diet so much as changed the way I eat (timing, pattern, types of food). I’m rarely hungry (and never for long), I feel satisfied with my meals, and it’s been surprisingly easy. By the time I turn 50, I’m hoping to be in a healthier place than I’ve been through most of my 40s.
I kept it a secret when I started, because I didn’t want my entire family watching if it didn’t go well. But now people know (they can’t help but notice, actually), and I still have a ways to go, but I’m feeling surprisingly positive about the whole thing. I’d planned to shoot for losing another 15 lbs, but I think now I’m more inclined to just eat this way the rest of my life, maybe allowing myself more exceptions once I’ve lost a bit more, and seeing where I naturally level out.
I was spurred by the fact that a colleague of mine retired in December, and then in March was hiking with his family, had a coronary on the trail, and died. It was so fucking tragic. My girls are finally old enough to backpack with. I like being in the wilderness and teaching them the joys of being where there are no roads and spectacular views. I’m healthy, other than the weight. And I never wanted t risk doing that to them.
Anyway, not sure I’ll leave this here long, but in a sharing mood as I head out to date night with Geek Boy Professor. I’m excited about planning our next high-country trip for next summer.