It was one year ago today that I finally reached my target weight goal which I had struggled for a long while to achieve. Those who have known me since childhood may remember me as an underweight guy who doesn’t have any issue with extra pounds on board. Growing up, I was the skinniest kid in the class. My nickname from some best friends in high school and college was “Runt.” I weighed only 113 pounds the day I got married a week after graduating from college. Things had changed, though, 30+ years later as I’m sure many from my age group can understand.
In late 2011, I put on nearly 20 pounds in a relatively short time period. The Thanksgiving to Christmas holiday season was the main stretch of time in which I threw caution and good sense to the wind and reached what was for me a lifetime high weight.
I didn’t like the new, bigger me very much in a few ways. The extra weight slowed down my running game considerably. I didn’t care for the noticeable gut. Who likes having to buy bigger clothes, too? Not me.
