That’s the number on the scale today. Pretty much what it was 10 weeks ago too.
Thanks to Facebook, I recently was reminded of a photo of me from this time 5 years ago. It was a post-race photo. At that time, I weighed 172 pounds. My wife was shocked when I showed her the photo. That hurt. She’s also been ragging on me, when she has the chance, about my weight now.
It’s no secret that I need to lose 20-25 pounds. I feel it. I can barely get into my “fat jeans” and it’s a struggle to find a t-shirt that fits without being embarrassing. And, I know what I need to do to lose the weight. Yet, I can’t seem to control myself.
I’ll be 55 in about 6 months. It’s amazing how much I have fallen in the last 5 years.
It really started once I began working from home, 100%, at the start of 2013. Being out of work for the last 10 months as only made it worse.
I’m really at a tipping point in so many ways. The biggest question now is the matter of the direction from here. Keep going south, or, turn it around?