Weekly weigh-in: 204.8
Total loss: 86.7 lbs.
Emotion: Uncommonly Normal
Talk about your punch in the gut: it’s a day or so after Christmas last year and I’m standing there on our brand spankin’ new Wii Fit board, getting my first weigh-in for my cute lil’ Mii character (he looks just like me, by the way). Anyway, the scale spins and suddenly the TV chirps out in an elf voice: “Oh, that’s obese.”
Worse than that, my lil’ Mii character has just plumped out noticeably, sending my 10-year-old daughter Pisa bursting into hysterical laughter.
Check that: now my not-so-lil’ Mii character looks just like me. *sigh*
Well, that was then and this is now, and now definitely ain’t then.
See, I just stepped on the Wii Fit board this morning and made some magic happen.
It seems I am NORMAL.
Not Morbidly Obese, not Obese, not Overweight… just a regular ol’ plain-as-can-be Normal guy (okay, we both know that I’m not “normal” normal, but, well, you know what I mean...).
This journey is about taking a step in the right direction… and then following it up with another step and another and another. It doesn’t happen overnight… but the sooner you start, the sooner you’ll arrive. And I’m here to tell you that arriving… crossing that razor-thin line between Obese and Overweight, between Overweight and Normal... well, it feels mighty fine.
My lil’ Mii character jumped for joy.
So did I.
Egged on by the success of my lil’ Mii partner, I dragged the last two too-tight pairs of pants out of my top closet shelf and tried ‘em on.
Done and done.
I no longer own a pair of pants that don’t fit. Check that: I own lots and lots of too-big trousers, but none that are too small to wear anymore.
Thus ends my game of “Last Pants Standing.” Who was the winner? I was, of course.
I’m sitting here writing this, wearing pants that I had basically given up on this time last year, reminiscing about that sinking feeling I got when my Wii Fit called me “obese". I’m not that person anymore, and it occurs to me that a name change might be in order.
Jack Sh*t, Gettin’ Fit?
Jack Sh*t Done Got Fit.
Hmmmm, still needs work.
Then again, so do I.