100 Days

I don’t know that there is much to talk about today. It was a decent day, got a good workout in. However, I did fall back into the Subway/diet dinners trap again. Oh well, what are you gonna do? I just gotta go shopping tomorrow. That usually stops the outside food intake for awhile.

You know, it’s pretty amazing to me how far I have come in such a little amount of time. I don’t think I’ve reached lifestyle chance status yet, but certainly I have taken some huge steps towards it. My confidence is steadily growing in almost every personal respect. I am constantly rubbing my arms to feel the bran new muscle mass developing. (Though there is still a long way to go in the toning department).

You know, when I started this, it seemed like I was so far away from this point. Maybe I was in regards to weight. After all, I’ve lost 77 pounds so far. That’s not exactly a walk in the park. But as far as time goes, I wasn’t far away at all. Here I am only three and a half months after I began, and my old self is in the past. Although, considering that I thought I could lose 100 pounds in 100 days, I was obviously counting on a dramatic change.

But to actually have it happen is kind of astonishing. I’ve never gone through anything like this before. There has never been any sort of complete makeover in any aspect of my life. It is almost like the transition from high school to college. I am moving into a different stage of my life, and that is kind of cool.

I don’t know if this diet sheds any light on who I am or what I can do. I kind of just think that I got sick of being fat. But still, it shows me that things change if you try hard enough. But I also think that it is much easier to make changes within yourself than it is to get another job or find a new girlfriend. In those instances you have to convince other people of your value. In this, I only had to convince myself that I was worthy of spending my late 20s as a healthy, attractive man.

I made the mistake of thinking that if I lost weight, all my other problems would magically take care of themselves. That’s not true at all, though. Nothing else has taken care of itself, but that’s ok. What I know is that I will have a better chance with the next dream girl I see. I will look better at my next job interview, and I won’t feel uncomfortable in public places. And that all adds up to increasing my chances of a better life in the near future.

There’s not really a point here, at least not one that I had in mind. It’s just nice to know that things can change, even if you think your situation is hopeless. Even if you’ve slapped a label on yourself, as I did with the word “fat”, you can scratch out the letters on that label and replace them with whatever you want. Maybe that sounds like hokey inspirational bullshit, but it’s true.

So deal with it.