I think the hardest part of this whole thing for me is something I touched on in my first post.  I was getting my room ready for bed tonight and caught the guy in the mirror.  While I’m no chiseled adonis, this apparently wrecked body at least looks better than it has since I was at my ‘peak’ in my early 20’s.  I recently started wearing pants I haven’t fit into for years.  My neck and collarbones are defined.  My ‘wings’ stand out a bit.  My side profile is starting to show those lines where abs are under the remaining bit of gut.  Chest is in the mid stages of flattening and defining.  Love handles are almost completely gone.

So how now?  I mean, right after I quit smoking I balooned quite a bit.  I’ve been struggling ever since to get the weight down to better than I was before that.  And I’m there now.  Or at least a damn sight closer than I have been in a long time.

I guess the positive in this is, with the new diet, a heart that actually works properly, ‘normal’ blood sugar and pressure, maybe I’ll end up with that six pack I’ve always dreamed of having-but was never quite motivated enough to get.

How funny would that be?