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Here at 2/3 point of my weight loss, I took stock today in the locker room. Here is what I found:
Some old friends have come back to see me: the top “two” of my “six pack”. The middle two are still under a quarter-inch of fat, and the bottom two under 3/4 inch. But it’s good to be making headway. More crunches!
Two old acquaintances left, and I hope they never come back: my “underboobs”. If you are an overweight man, or the S.O. of an overweight man, you know what I’m talking about. Just below each man-boob is a fold of fat that, if it had a nipple, could be it’s own boob. Then you’d be quad-man-boobed. Anyway, bye, bye!
The man-boobs are virtually gone, too.
I finally got the Just For Men to work on my soul patch; the key is to not use a 3-year-old package. Anyway, now that it’s all dark brown, it looks kind of stupid. But, I’m thinking about using the same shade on my hair (for fun – not much grey on my head yet). The hair is getting unwieldy; I’ll have to get it tamed a little bit soon.
Why am I doing these strange things to my hair (and facial hair) ? I think subconsciously I want to, for once in my life, look a little dangerous. You know, like the kind of nere-do-well’s the “good girls” always seem to fall for. Might even get some fake tatoos and piercings. Is this a mid-life crisis? Probably. I’m right on schedule for one. But I have no intention of leaving my wife, or getting a convertible. I’m just having a little fun after being straight-laced for so long.
I have a long, long way to go. But I’ve come so far (30 pounds), and I think it is right to celebrate that. (Just not with a 5-course steak dinner).
Hopefully, within the next couple of months, I’ll lose the other 18 or so pounds. Then, we go to Fort Myers for our 20th anniversary!