So, I’ve been at the fitness thing now for about 3 months. I freely admit that I’ve slacked off some since mid semester. From early September to mid October, I was hitting the gym at least 4 times per week, and frequently 5 times per week. After mid semester, things started ramping up with school. Also, I’ve battled mild depression for a number of years and I’ve had a recurrence of that since about the end of October. Between school and depression, I’ve not hit the gym nearly as much as I’ve wanted to. I’ve done some crunches at home and worked with the dumbbells at home, but certainly not 4 or 5 days per week. Occasionally I’ve made it to the gym to workout. But I’ve c0ntinued to do SOMETHING on an ongoing basis. It takes a while to develop a habit, I suppose. Plus, I’m just not going to beat up on myself for being a busy student with a chemical imbalance that makes him feel down and listless at times. Anyway, the point is that I’ve persisted and hope to be a more frequent visitor at the gym once my semester ends on December 8 (just 6 more days!).
Despite slacking off a bit, I think I’m making progress. In fact, I know I am. In the last 10 days, I’ve had 2 people comment to me (independent of one another) that I look slimmer, like I’ve lost weight (I have lost about 5 to 7 pounds in the last 3 months), and another person gave me a hug and then remarked that I felt firmer and wondered if I’d been working out. How gratifying it is to have others actually be able to see (and feel) the results of my work!!! It really does make me feel good inside, like I’ve accomplished something.
As vain as this sounds, I’ve always been secretly happy that I’m naturally skinny. I think I get my genes from my maternal grandfather, who was tall and lanky until middle age. While I’m not particularly tall, I’ve always been skinny. I mean SKINNY! Skin and bones a child. I thought nothing of it when I was young, but as the years wore on and my siblings and friends aged, they all started putting on weight. Lots of weight, some of them. But I never really did. I was still about 14o pounds at age 30! Between age 30 and 40, I put on another 10 pounds, and then another 5 pounds between 40 and 43. Now, that only puts me at 155 pounds by age 43, which I realize is still skinny by comparison. But for me, gaining any weight was a new experience. I spent the majority of my life eating whatever I wanted and never worried about putting on weight, and suddenly I’d put on about 10 to 15 pounds around my mid section. AARGH!!! And what I’m about to say also sounds vain: I want to continue having a slim body as I progress into middle age. I like being skinny. As middle aged people reading this will agree, it’s a nice boost to the ego when you can still turn an occasional head in your 40s. I don’t want to look like all the other 40-somethings. I want to look younger than my age. For the most part, people are surprised to learn that I’m 43 years old. I frequently am told that I don’t look anywhere near my age. I like that.
It was really nice to hear unsolicited feedback from others about my physique. I makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something. Which I have. And I want to keep at it. I want to be the 44 year old guy next summer with the rockin’ hot beach bod! Maybe I’ll also be a 44 year old distance runner. Either one would be fine with me. Either way, I’ll be healthier and happier.