I weighed myself the gym today and I found out that I now weigh 127.6 pounds. This means I have now lost 12.4 pounds. I want to get to 125 so my BMI will be 21.8 which is in the middle of the healthy range for my height (a staggering 63.5 inches). Even if I don’t get there, losing 10 pounds is huge if you are as short as I am. So I’m very excited.
Here’s a humorous anecdote for you. I walked out of the gym today, a sweaty and glorious mess as usual. There was a guy (I don’t want to assume he was homeless, but let’s just say he didn’t look like he was on his way to work…or to shower) standing in the parking lot. He looked at me and said, “Hey! So, you’re done working out?” I turned to look behind me because A)I never think that anyone is talking to me and B)He was talking with the enthusiasm that one would use towards a long-lost best friend who has just dropped down from the sky. But, no. It was just me.
“Well, yeah,” I answered. “I mean, I’m leaving and I wouldn’t be leaving if I weren’t done.”
“Oh, yeah. So, you’re all finished then?”
“Yeah. All finished.”
“Then, do you want my sandwich?” (He had no sandwich, at least not one that I could see.)
“Do you even have a sandwich?”
“No. Will you give me $2.17 so I can buy one?”
“Sorry, sir. I don’t have any cash on me.” (Seriously, I didn’t. My gym clothes don’t have pockets so I had no money on me. I admired his approach so much that I would have given him whatever I had if that had been anything.)
“Well, you have a blessed day and keep up the good work. You look nice.”
“You, too. I hope you get your sandwich.”
