i admit it, i've made a few mistakes recently.
i've looked at myself in the mirror.
i've gotten a scale.
i've weighed myself.
i discovered that i'm fat.
i started losing weight.
i though i was doing pretty good.
Then i looked up what i should be weighing.
Now, granted, the first bit of that was due to the biggest mistake, which was not paying attention to what the hell i was eating (or how much i was eating) but that last part was just pure masochism on my part.
i weigh about 170. i was hoping to drop around 10 pounds and get back to around 160. That's when i found out that my proper weight for my height should be 145.
i've not weighed that since high school when i ran nearly constantly. i hate running, quite possibly with a passion, regardless of any findings that prove that we as a species advanced solely because of our ability to endure marathons (which, i'll note, killed the first guy that really tried one). i will happily walk, ride, or hike, but anything past a 10 minute mile is just not happening. Hell, even when i was in high school running distance, that's what i ran. Consistently. Regardless of distance (this made me the middle man for long hauls because the other teams guys would most likely not be able to keep the pace they started at).
i'm not sure i'm going to go for my optimal weight. i'll probably shoot for 160 and be on the "fat" side of "healthy".
Hopefully, i'll hit that mark sometime before i turn 50.
