Not much for a Monday

Yesterday, I saw a number on my scale that I have not seen since high school. 151. That puts the total weight loss (and I am guessing body fat reduction) at 20 pounds. My biggest fear is gaining it back, as most people are want to do in situations like these. It's all up to me, and since I have had several pairs of pants altered, I have to watch myself. I'm plateauing to a certain extent. Which makes sense. I'm wondering what's next for Cyndi and me on the exercise horizon because ChaLean has possibly run her course with me. Some suggest the P90X program, but I have not really seen it yet.

This is the year I take a closer look at myself; see how my past life has effected my present self. There have been times in my life when exercise and diet were my only concern. I did it to attract attention, and I did it because I felt powerful. I once wrote that I exercise now not to change my physique my to maintain it. I'm making some serious changes and it feels great; powerful even. I've got some major medical tests happening later this month to put a plan in place for some issues.

I'm nearing the halfway point to 40. If I think about how I felt six months ago, sitting in the Panera Bread in Fort Smith, Arkansas...I've come a long way baby. I didn't have any intentions on getting healthier that night. I "felt" fine. Maybe a little depressed about my birthday, a little sad that I was spending it, alone in a Panera Bread. But life takes unexpected turns, and when they are positive ones, I try not to question them too much. Being thankful is a more positive approach.