But there are still days where I just feel like a big old blob of fat jiggling away while I'm on the elliptical. And to make matters worse, it seems like lately I've been timing my gym visits with all of the super-fit, chiseled, Greek god-like guys. Nothing makes you feel even fatter than being the fattest person at the gym.
I see them in the mirrors lifting weights behind me, and I'm all like, "Don't mind me. I'm just huffing and puffing away over here, sweating like I'm sunbathing on the surface of the Sun. Nothing to see..."
I came across this meme on Pinterest the other day, and it totally sums up my feelings about this whole subject.
|I know how you feel, Jim Gaffigan...|
But it still irks me when I realize I'm the fattest person at the gym... and that motivates me even more to do something to change that.
If I can lose about six or seven more pounds, I'll be back to the weight I was when Jackie and I got married three years ago.
My ultimate goal is to get down to 200-215 pounds. 215 will get me out of the obese category on the BMI chart. I've told myself that I can do it by the end of the year, which should be a realistic goal.
|Yep, I am clearly too short...|
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For those of you who are wondering how my dissertation is coming along, here's a little update for you: it's going slowly. I got feedback yesterday on the largest chapter I've written. I knew it would need some work, but my chair wants some major reorganization.
At first I freaked out and got really discouraged. Then I took a deep breath, and got to work on revisions based off of his suggestions.
And what do you know? The chapter is improving and will be much better! I feel really good about it! My chair's honest feedback was right on the money, and I'm thankful for it!
And, by the way, I've gotten hooked on Doctor Who this summer, which makes this picture all the more appropriate when thinking about my dissertation.