Five down, fifteen to go.
As of 8.30am this morning, I’m down to 95kg, having started out at 100.3kg last month. When I’ve previously looked at setting a goal weight, what I thought was my ideal weight, I had always tended towards 85kg, or 187lbs in old money, thinking that would be enough. This time around I thought, “why stop there?”, and shifted the target out another 5kg to 80kg, or roughly 177 lbs in old money.
Regardless of goals, I’ve made progress in mine and hit my first milestone, getting back to the 95kg mark. I’ve kept this figure around from my kayaking days where my life vest / floatation vest was the largest I could get at the time and rated for a maximum 95kg. So, in theory, if I weighed 95kg or less and got into bother in the water, I should be fine within reason. Over that, and I’m running into problems.
Physically, in the 23 days since 28 June when I started this whole process, I’ve begun to notice some changes. There’s a bit more pep in my step, my sleep is less interrupted, I don’t feel beat into a pair of skinny jeans I refuse to throw out despite the ink stain in the pocket, even around my face I’m starting to feel a little less jowly and puffy.
So what now?
Right now, it’s a case of acknowledging the milestone and moving on. Today’s a new day, tomorrow another. If it’s taken 23 days to get this far, and it took another 46 to get to the 90kg mark, or double again to get there, at least it’s getting there.
There is zero rush in this long-term game. I’m taking things day-by-day, making small and subtle changes, working on food, exercise, and me-time, but hitting milestones does make for some solid motivation.
Onward.
