If you go to the grocery store today, swing by the meat department. Pick up a couple packages of hamburger. Balance them both on the palm of one hand.
Feel that? It’s not super heavy, but it’s a noticeable amount of weight. The size isn’t insignificant, either. Hold it long enough, and your arm will start getting tired. Your hand might quiver from the strain.
That’s 2 pounds of meat in your hand, enough for eight quarter-pound hamburger patties.
And that’s how much less I weigh now compared to last week.
Yep, I dropped 2 pounds.
Objectively, those 2 pounds are no different from any other pounds I might lose on this journey.
Subjectively, though, they seem pretty important. Discovering I weighed 307 pounds was a watershed moment for me. That’s when I knew I couldn’t ignore my diet anymore and when I realized I had to get back in shape.
My first week as Ken 2.0, I lost 7 pounds. The second week, I didn’t lose any weight, but I didn’t gain any, either. I was stuck at 300.
Now I’m 298. I’m not in the 300s anymore.
To many of you, that probably isn’t a huge distinction. To me, it’s a big psychological plus. I feel as if I’m on my way now, as if I’m making progress. I’m heading in the right direction, and hopefully my weight will continue to decrease in succeeding weeks and months. The more weight I lose, the better my odds of avoiding certain illnesses and medical conditions, and the longer my life expectancy will get.
At the same time, I’m working out. My exercise regimen now includes about an hour of weightlifting three or four nights a week, plus 20 to 30 minutes of cardio six times a week. Maybe I’m imagining it, but it seems as if my muscles are starting to firm back up.