Six out of Seven days
73.7 kg
It’s an old theme, really, getting what we want but not in the form that we expect. For the past year, I have been losing weight slowly and steadily. Over that time, my body has become smaller and more toned. People no longer comment about how my stomach sticks out when they see me. My body no longer jiggles and shakes when I jump up and down. All of that feels great, but I have to admit, I don’t particularly like being and feeling smaller, and apparently neither does my wife.
Here I thought the “Dad Body” was a strange and passing fad fabricated to keep people from actually making changes to their lifestyle, but just last week, my wife put her arms around me and said, Yada. Which is the Japanese equivalent for I don’t like it.
Maybe the “Dad Body” actually was a legitimate phenomenon, and maybe it’s still preferred. I don’t know. What I do know is that I still have a little bit of weight to lose before I reach my goal, and I’m not going to stop pushing myself until my goal is met.
Last week, I weighed in one afternoon at 72.9 kg. Back in January, when I first began exercising, I weighed 82 kg exactly. Shortly after that, my weight rose up to 83.1 kg. Because of that second weight, part of me feels like I have already accomplished my goal of losing 10 kg. However, two things I have learned over the past year are 1. It’s better to finish strong and 2. It’s better to finish well past the finish line.
As a result, I want to get as close to 72.0 kg as I can, if not less, by January 4, 2019.