Race Day
A year ago around this time, I weighed 290 pounds. I wasn’t a couch zombie, but I wasn’t doing anything that resembled regular exercise. There were lots of unhealthy things going on in my life. I’m looking at a picture from this time frame, and though I’ve always carried my weight well, there’s no disputing that in that picture, I’m a fat, soft person.
This morning, it’s 5:17AM. I slept in. My normal time to wake up is 4:45 now. I slept in because I have a race today. A race? What happened?
No greater skeptic of such changes existed than myself. I didn’t believe in me. I figured anyone out running was crazy. Weight loss was for people who took the surgical route. But no. I did it.
I weigh 236 today. That’s 54 pounds down from the weight I was when I decided to change my life forever. That’s 8 pounds down from where I hit a five month plateau that didn’t end until the beginning of this month.
I’ll be running a 5K (3.1 mile) race through the woods and I am very ready for this. Mind you, when I say running, I’ll be running for four minutes, walking two, and then repeating that cycle throughout. I have to. That’s where I am in my training for another race in July.
I exercise six days a week. I run four. I hit the gym at lunch time for a quick burst of cardio three or four times a week in the middle. No, I’m not obsessed. But I’ve made fitness and nutrition very important things in my life. The time I used to spend doing unhealthy things, I’m now using for positive change.
I wish you well.
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Wow, what a great story! Like you I’ve been trying to lose weight (I’ve lost about 40 pounds) so I commend your efforts. Good luck on your race–can’t wait to read your report.
Take care.