Two. Thirty. Six.
I think I broke through my plateau. Everyone has them, right? For the longest time now I've been at 238 and unable to change it no matter that I did. But I got on that scale (I only weigh myself on Fridays) and found that magical number below an 8.
The last time I was here was in early 2008. I had spent all of November and December working my "you know what" off at the gym we belonged to. I wasn't watching my eating, but I was working out a lot. Me and the elliptical machine were best friends for about 45 minutes a night, 4-5 nights a week. And actually now that I think about it, I was kind of watching what I was eating. Pete and I would come home from work and head to the gym. We'd spend about an hour there working out. Then we'd walk 2 stores down and have a 6 inch sub at Subway. That was dinner 4-5 nights a week.
During that time I got to 235. At 235 I felt good. I can remember the feeling now, that's how strong it was. I'm ashamed to say that I forgot all about that 235 feeling. The empowerment. The accomplishment. The satisfaction. The energy. I felt like I could do anything during that time. Instead of sitting in the living room on a Saturday morning I'd choose to go to the garage and get on the treadmill to walk/run.
Let me say that again...I choose to exercise. It really is all about choices. Most choices are small, but they are choices. Those little choices, over time, make a big difference. So my choice this day, this week, this year is to be healthy.