I hit the thirty pound mark this morning. Thirty pounds lost. Gone. Hasta la bye-bye. I think it's for real because I didn't work out yesterday, and drank plenty of water to maintain proper hydration levels. I've been on a steady decline all week. It's surprising, really. After about two months on South Beach, I stopped really worrying about carbs, and started eating lots of things. But, I was still conscious of what I was eating. I reintroduced healthy carbs; Whole grain in stead of white breads...diet vs. regular soda...whole grain cereal vs frosted flakes...rum & cokes vs. beer...more water and on and on. All contribute to weight loss and a healthier heart. I didn't expect to continue losing weight, and didn't for the longest time. Like any geek, I've kept a running log of the weight loss. (The green is phase one of South Beach, which lasted three weeks, instead of the standard two.) It shows that I really hit the bottom at about 186, and bounced around there for a while.
But today it really hit me. I've lost thirty pounds. That means I was thirty pounds heavier. Fifteen percent of what I was is no more. I was carrying a small child in my belly. It's no wonder why basketball was so much easier. (OK, it's not easy to play, but it was easy for me to run up and down the court.) It's especially satisfying to see hints of my fabled six- pack returning, as well as some sort of semblance of the grail-like triangle the ladies adore. I can't tell you why I finally started to drop, but let.s hope it keeps going.