Alternate Title: Where the bloody hell has my 812.8mm stomach been for 8 years?
When I moved to Oregon of May 2005, I weighed 165lbs and had a 34-inch waist. Since then, I’ve been doing a lot of exercise, eating better and cutting out the junk food that I used to eat throughout a work day.
Result: This past weekend I weighed in at 149lbs and a 32-inch stomach. To celebrate, I bought two pairs of jeans since my other two pair where over 2 years old, very baggy, and falling apart.
I can’t remember the last time I weighed 149lbs…maybe 1996?
Why is this such a big deal for me? Well, try doing a pull-up. Barely got one done? Now strap 15lbs to your waist and try again…even harder isn’t it?
I’ve been struggling with rock climbing and keeping my body weight hanging from just a couple of finger-tips. I figured that if I can lose 20lbs, it will be that much easier to climb and let me hang for much longer. So far, so good.
My daily weigh-ins are still dropping so in a couple more weeks I could be down to 145lbs.
Now, if I get to 135lbs, then I’d have to start losing muscle and my body fat percentage would be too low for me to do any serious endurance rides.
Ok, realistically, I don’t think I can get my body fat percentage that low, I have to fond a craving for things chocolate and my weekly pizza appreciation. However, I think I may have a good shot at 140-145lbs if I really work at it, but see myself getting back up to 150lbs if I put on much more muscle mass.
We shall see.