I catch myself looking in the mirror a bit more often than I used to, and somewhere in the back of my mind I think vanity is setting up a P.O. Box. One could hardly blame me thought, for you see I have become a diet success story. The total: 55 pounds since May, and still going.

From about the the time my metabolism slowed and my appetite grew (15 or so), I had lost a major battle with the bulge. However, because I was blessed with a good sized frame and the god given ability to block out that which I don’t wish to see, it never occurred to me how bad it was.

In May I decided to have a full physical and the doctor clocked me in at 240 lbs. Beyond weight, I was in perfect health. That’s when I made the decision to actually try and live better. To watch what I ate, to count calories, and all those other healthy type things. That decision was soon followed by another one to be more active; shoot hoops, go hiking, kayak, etc.

Hell, I even followed the "Jared" Subway plan — no bullshit, the thing actually works! Throw in a case of temporary poverty while I was switching jobs cutting down the portions I ate, (after all, less money means less food,) and the rest is history.

It’s like a world I never thought I’d see again has opened back up to me. I have the energy to get things done during the day. I can stop hiding under exteremly baggy clothes — whole racks of jeans are once again in my size. I feel the best I have in over a decade. But that still doesn’t express how great it feels just to be able to say it.

I’m trying hard to find the downside to this, but so far all I’ve come up with so far is the lack of mass I’ll have to throw around inside a mosh pit. At least that means they’re be less of a chance I’ll be dropped while being crowd surfed. ^_^

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