I had been doing phenomenally well for all but the last month of this bet. The past few weeks, my depression hit me hard, and I fell off the wagon big time (stopped running, ate like crap, all the good stuff). As of Sunday, I was 0.2 pounds over my goal weight, and this morning I discovered my body decided now was a good time to hold onto a bunch of water (I was 4.5 pounds over).
I am slowly making progress toward my goals of being more organized, healthy, and fit. In the past couple of months, I have set (and broken) more running goals than I would have believed possible a year ago, I have started eating much healthier than I used to, and I am slowly working my way toward a routine that allows me to get things done (if at a slower pace than I really want) while still getting to bed at a reasonable hour.
Just a short update tonight. As most of my friends and family are aware, I have taken up running again in an attempt to lose weight (a LOT of weight, to be honest) and generally get healthier. Though my weight loss has slowed down the past few weeks, I have redoubled my efforts and begun pushing myself harder when I run, and it is starting to pay off. In each of my past three runs, I set a new personal best time for a one-mile run, all of which were under 10 minutes. Though this isn’t “fast” by many standards, I don’t think I have run a mile that fast in my adult life. Yet three times in the past four days, I managed to clock times of 9:59, 9:57, and 9:41 for a one-mile run. Not too shabby for a big guy with asthma.
It’s already a few months into the year, but I wanted to share my goals for the coming year. I readily admit that they are ambitious, but I have a great support system of friends and family who are helping me stay motivated and honest.
There are different kinds of plateaus in life. Some, such as Tibet, are populated with people from widely varying cultures and have beautiful vistas to explore. Others, such as the plateau I am currently visiting, are less literal.