Progress

It's been a month since this contest began, and my first weigh in was at 240 pounds and 31% body fat. Since then, I have been to the gym about once a week, played flag football, been to the batting cages, used my exercise bike three times, and watched what I ate...for the most part. I have worked out until I thought I was going to puke, pulled a muscle in my arm, and as of today, found a new threshold for pain via my lower body workout. I have gotten up before 9am for most of the month, and that has been the hardest thing. Propping open my bleary eyes with toothpicks like a Tom and Jerry cartoon, I have stumbled through the first hours of my day for most of the month.

It looks like I'm doing something right. I avoided the scale all month because I didn't want to be obsessed with the results I was getting (or not getting). Ultimately, what is important is just being healthy, not what the scale says. So I've been doing my best. A few slips here and there, like finding a few patches of ice on the sidewalk, but I kept moving. Kept going. Kept working.

Who am I kidding? It was hard as hell to go to the gym all 6 times I went. I hated waking up early, and I grumbled and complained the whole way through. I cut short two of my three paid training sessions because I thought I was going to vomit, then die, then vomit again.

But I have results:

227lbs

28.6 % Body Fat.

Food day is gonna be fun.