I have, over the last year, made a concerted effort to drop some weight.
Driven some for health reasons (type II Diabetes), some for vanity (Painted Ladies Aunt is a Hollywood producer, her Cousin an executive at HBO - I have shamelessly begged them for some sort of small opportunity if I lost the weight) and some for the fact that I turn 60 next year (if I were ever to make a serious run at some prestigious championships - my first year as a Senior Gunfighter would likely be my best opportunity).
Now I lost some significant weight a few years ago; but Covid, knee injury and breaking my wrists all gave me excuse to lose focus and ballon back up.
So I started again...
From a high of 360 pounds - I stepped on the scale today at my Drs. office in shoes, fully dressed at 229 pounds.
No surgeries, no weight loss drugs; simple reduced intake and more exercise.
I still have a ways to go - but it was nearly 40 years ago, during my college days of football and wrestling that I last saw sub 230.
I know pride is a sin - but dang it, this feels good.