[This doubles as my column in the May 19 issue of The Commercial Review. I’ve added some more at the end to update since the column was published.]
For a vast majority of my life, the extent to which I ran took place on a softball diamond.
It was generally from one base to the next, maybe even two at a time. If I was lucky, I may even be able to run three bases.
And, if my teammates hit it far enough, I could circumnavigate the infield without fear of being tagged out and greet the guy at home plate with a high five for allowing me to strut around the base paths.
It’s kind of funny how we change as we get older; hold on to some insecurities and let go of others.
I used to be insecure about my weight — more specifically, talking about my weight.
Now, it is no big deal.
More than four months into this New Me Journey version 2.0, I have indeed become a “new me.” I’ve lost more than 30 pounds (that number almost reached 40, but I will touch on that later) and I fit into clothes I never thought I’d be able to wear again. I guess it’s a good I hang on to things.
I once weighed 301 pounds. At this moment, I’m 246.4.
(note: I started writing this on April 19, but had gotten busy with work, then I got sick and it took a back-burner. Later in the post you’ll see where I pick up to present day.)
Raise your hand if you’ve heard this phrase before:
“Losing weight is not easy.”
You may put your hand down now.
For those who are oblivious, I have been on a journey to create a new me. It was widely publicized about a seven weeks ago that I had been making pretty good process. It started with me losing 40 pounds in a year, then on April 10 that total weight loss hit 50 pounds.
April 10 I stepped on the scale and weighted 251 pounds, a far cry (and seemingly a different person) from March 2015 when I was 301. At that moment (April 10) I had weighed less than I had at any previous point in my adult life.