February 1st, my weight was 215 pounds. This
means for my height, my BMI was 33.7 which label me in the obese group. I can’t
do anything about my height (apparently even wearing 6 inches high hill doesn’t
count). The only thing I can change is my weight.
I didn’t put all that extra weight in a few weeks; it has
been years of gobbling all the wrong food in excess amount. I take full
responsibility, if I had kept my mouth shut more often, my dough- dough body
would be more like a spaghetti shape.
My target for the next 40 weeks is to loose one pound per
week. After that stage I will be only over-weight. I will still have a long way
to go, but I will already be pushing-up my health.
I am retired so training time is not an issue. I will torture
myself walking and jogging. I’m really careful not to put too much stress on my
over-size frame. So right now it’s more walking and I just lightly jog few
times in the last mile.
I used to run a lot, my weight was lower but even then my knees
didn’t appreciate all that pounding. This is why I have to be really careful
about how I will approach my schedule.
I walk without a timer, I know if I started to run with one
I will be ending running against the time and end up faster having to stop for
a while to recuperate from injury. Slow and steady will win my race.
Once a week, I will put a walking and weight log. Nothing hidden,
the truth the whole truth and nothing but…
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