Weight weight don't tell me

December 12, 2022

I'd been hovering around 260 pounds (~120 kg) for a while, then last Christmas I got an unexpected present called Covid. I didn't step on the scale too often back then, but after I started walking the dog again I was down to about 240 (110 kg).

Not bad, I thought. And after Ginger died and I was able to leave the house more often I started walking more. About a mile and a half (2.4 km) at lunch and a mile (1.6 km) after dinner. It only burns a few hundred calories, but it's better than nothing.

For a while nothing changed, but then I noticed I was able to pull the belt one notch tighter. Another check on the scale and... 234. So maybe some fat is being replaced with muscle. It gives a little hope, though. After, or maybe during, my trip to Ohio for Christmas I'm going to try some simple exercises and see if I can stick with them. Nothing huge, just pushups and crunches. But maybe by summer I can get myself down into double-digit kilograms again. We'll see, I guess.

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