I haven’t written much about my diet lately, mostly because I think it’s boring to read about.
The one thing that tends to freak me out about it is how ridiculously unhealthy it is to spend six months losing 112 pounds one year, gain it all back and then some the next year and then start losing it again the very next spring.
The only thing dumber would be not to lose it, to be stumbling around the house weighing 284 pounds and counting down to a damn heart attack.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, I started on March 1 and lost 34 pounds the first month. Then it got difficult. I lost 11 the second month, 10 the third and I made it through three months without getting halfway to my goal of 168.
I have lost two more pounds so far in June, which leaves me at 227. I’m only 10 or 15 pounds from all the great shirts I bought two years ago — including four Tommy Bahamas that I paid $75 each for at a half-price sale — fitting me really well. I probably need to get down to 190 or so for my pants (33 waist) to fit me well.
I’m exercising pretty much every day, either walking 5-6 miles or playing 18 holes of golf. My favorite walk is waiting until dusk and then spending a little more than two hours walking the entire golf course. Last week I got caught out on the course during a surprise downpour and walked home completely soaked.
It has been a strange spring.