Workouts are still hit or miss. I lifted twice and went swimming once.
It’s extremely difficult to get motivated to go to the gym. I’m at the point now where I feel pretty good about how I look. I realize that I can still afford to lose at least 30 pounds but it’s just not enough to fire me up.
Back in the day I was miserable about my appearance and that really got me out of bed in the morning. Now, well, not so much. Three years of obsessing about something will do that to you. Now it just feels like nitpicking. If my current weight is as low as it goes then I’ll be OK.
I’ve accomplished the vast majority of what I want. I can walk into any department store in America and know that my size will be sitting on the rack. I can walk outside in the summer and know that my shirt won’t be drenched with sweat. I can sit in my chair and know that my breathing won’t be labored. I don’t feel self conscious when I’m in a group of people. I’ve stopped the annoying habit of readjusting my shirt every five minutes. I could go on and on but you get the point. Losing 100 pounds eliminated 99% of the problems I had associated with my weight.
I’m not sure how to snap out of this. I’d like to get back to lifting three days a week with some cardio in between. Now that it’s warming up I might get back into running. Maybe another race would give me a reason to stick to a schedule. I’m not going to quit this thing altogether so I’ve got to figure something out.