Wait, Weight, Wait.
To anyone who knew me in high school (aka the majority of people who read this :|): Do you remember what I looked like, physically? The Armed Drill Team monster who made people cry under the “Dig down and get some more” motif?
Yeah, that guy is gone. Long gone. 40 extra pounds in 7 years gone. Oddly enough, however, my waist size hasn’t changed, at all. In fact, it may be smaller. Strange, I know: but when I look in the mirror I see the horror of staying true to my gamer soul. I see where I used to be tone, fit, and quite frankly, amazingly healthy. Or, was I?
In admittance, I have indeed gained 40 pounds since high school: I was a fresh and nice 160 then, and I’m sitting at a disappointing sounding and looking 200. However, am I truly extremely less healthy? Let’s play the evidence game!
My waist line is actually smaller than what it was then, however, my legs are bigger.
My stomach is about the same, but my chest and arms are smaller and flabbier, respectively.
My (running) stamina is all but vanished, but my muscular stamina hasn’t.
My pure physical strength has diminished, but not as grandiose as I expected.
My eating has improved, 100 fold, but I’m not working out to accompany it.
And lastly, my motivation for working out keeps fluctuating. Some days I’ll go hardcore and break myself; then for a week or so after I’ll say “fuck it.” It’s bad, but it’s been rotating as such for a while now. Hopefully I’ll find my motivation to stay continual, but until then…odin’s beard this breakfast burrito is delicious.
