This morning I weighed in and was down another 0.7 pounds, taking me to 271.3. Overall a pretty weak week, but that's okay, I'm not stressed. We're taking the turtle route here, and sometimes it's slow-going. I've had four good lunches this week, hit the gym five times, and I'm seeing changes in the mirror. All good things.
Some eight years ago or more I left my old college town and came down to the Twin Cities, for various reasons. At the time I had a bit of chub on me, but nothing serious. I was searching for ways to improve myself then, and one of them was martial arts. I took taekwondo lessons 3-5 times a week for a couple years straight, losing a bunch of my chub and becoming quite agile in the process. Unfortunately some time after, things started going south for me and I stopped attending regularly. Once I dropped out of the sparring I wasn't losing anymore. In fact, after a few years the economy of movement my body had developed meant that throwing high kicks wasn't the full-body workout it once was. That, coupled with a serious change for the worse in my diet saw me start to put a few pounds back on. And once I officially stopped going? Yikes.
Tonight I'm headed over to my old taekwondo school. I'm going to sit in on a class and refresh myself with what it's all about. I'm planning on adding it 2-3 times a week to start, and will progressively add to it from there once my weight is down and my kicks are quicker. I miss the competitive spirit, and the trust and camaraderie that comes from taking and giving kicks to someone's face. :)
It's a bit of an emotional hurdle as I haven't been there in four years. I feel like I've let them down and let myself down by leaving and letting go. Logically I know that I'll be welcomed back, but still, sometimes it feels a little weird in my head...