Time for another update on my diet/exercise program. Part 3 was posted on 5/27/05:
I've lost more weight, dropping from 167 pounds to 159. A total of twenty-one pounds since my starting weight of 180.
The exercise portion of the "Eight Minutes In The Morning" program I've been following has produced some fairly significant muscle definition as fat is replaced by increased muscle mass. And yes, I really am getting close (well, kinda sorta close) to the "six-pack abs" I mentioned in the last update; the outline of the "abdominal shield" you see on Greek statuary is pretty clear now and I've started doing some extra ab exercises for further definition.
The weight loss has also made my face appear slightly thinner. Enough that several people have expressed concern: "Uhh, did you mean to lose that much weight that quickly?"
Let's go straight to the subtext of that question: "You don't have... CANCER!!... do you?"
Now isn't that an interesting commentary about getting old, that actually looking better can make people worry that you're sick? When you're in your fifties, and losing weight, that one of the possible explanations that come to people's minds is that you might have cancer?
I feel good. I can even look in the mirror and think that I look good. (This is not a minor accomplishment. When you grow up always, always, having "Husky"-sized clothing bought for you, even after you're a reasonably fit adult it's difficult to look in a mirror without automatically flinching.)
Even when my weight was last down in the 150's, over twenty-five years ago, I was still pretty soft-bodied. So here I am in my fifties, and I'm probably in the best-looking shape of my life so far. Who'd have thought?
Does all this sound a bit on the narcissistic side? I'm trying not to be. But there's one thing I can definitely say:
This is... Pretty Fucking Cool.
(I'm planning to post photos in a few more months. So you'll all be able to judge for yourselves.)