Today, I weigh 16 stone 10.5 pounds. This is both good and bad. It’s bad because that is what I weighed most of last year, and the year before that. It's also good, because, whatever the reasons for the rise, it’s a good 16 pounds less than I weighed on the 14th January. So, looking forward, I can see that I am able to loose weight, and that my struggles over the last bazillion years, all the thoughts of there being something wrong with me, etc, don’t matter any more, because if I keep doing what I’m doing, I’m going to continue to loose weight. And the more weight I loose, the more I’m going to enjoy, and look forward to, exercising and getting fit. But today, as I contemplated the future, the thing I am most looking forward to is drilling into those god damned numbers. I wand to be 16-8, then 16-4, then 15-whatever. But it's not really about the numbers, it's what I'll be able to do better then than I can now. I love my bike, but I hate the handicap my weight is imposing on me, the pain of climbing is more than is should be.
As for the title of this entry: I feel that I’m about to start this thing for real. I’m loosing weight, and soon I’m going to start seeing some numbers I’ve not seen in a long time, and hopefully start getting into some clothes I haven’t worn in a long time. I getting fitter, and with it, options are going to open up as to what I’m going to do with my spare time. So where is my comfort zone? Is it where I am now, my current weight, where I’ve struggled the past two months to get to, but where I was stuck for the past several years? Is than my comfort zone? No chance. It’s time to blast on through. It’s time for the second stage.
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