Overweight. That was the verdict at my last health screening this past fall. At 140 lbs, I was now, according to BMI, overweight. Now, likely most people looking at me would have not come to that conclusion on their own, though thoughts of my running group seeing me and saying amongst themselves, "Hmm, yea, he's kind of let himself go," ran through my head. But as much as I laughed it off, it also bugged me - and I knew I was heavier than I ever had been and far from race shape. So I started making small changes - cut down on sweets (but not cut out - life is still meant to be lived), holding off on portions, cutting the soda. And ever so much as I could, picking the miles up to over 20. And with that, my first, concerted effort to lose weight has been succeeding. I'm down from bouncing around 139/140 to now around 133/134 as an average. I don't know if I'm any faster, but hitting my (modest) weight reduction goals has been almost (yes, almost) as satisfying as dropping those couple seconds off a 400.
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