So in August of 2016, I decided I didn’t want to be fat when I turned 50. Great. That’s awesome. I did it. I used #Keto, I rode my ass off on a bicycle (kinda literally), I was obsessed. I did it. I got below 200. I found my no-stress weight to be about 204. I’d be happy with 204 right now.
It turns out when you don’t focus, and are predisposed to overeating, and you stop paying attention… your weight creeps back up. I’ve probably lost about 2000 pounds in my life. Unfortunately, I’ve gained about 1970 pounds. For those who don’t speak “Scott”… I have put on about 30 pounds since I rode Six Gap. If you look at it this way – I’ve gained 2.25 pounds per month 16 months. That’s not huge, but it adds up (to 30+).
It’s been hard, trying to not admit it, and correct it silently, but I have to bring things like this to the front of my cerebral cortex. (I said that to sound smart, but had to use spell check twice). Anyway – i’m off the bench and back in the game. I set up my trainer last night and plan to Zwift tonight. My watch has some stupid feature where it recommends how much you are supposed to do today – i’m gonna follow through on my 14 minute walk cuz… why not.
Fat kid got skinny got fat again … a story we have all heard, but i’ve lived it. I never felt better than when I was in good shape and losing weight. It’s time to feel good again! I still have time to restore #FiftyNotFat!