Those of you that know me know that I was once a real big (well not real big...more like real fat) fellow. At age 28, I was 5' 9", 210 pounds, and wore 42" waist pants.
So I got serious about my weight. Sure, I watched my diet, but the main thing I did was exercise. I started walking, then jogging, and eventually running. For a few years I ran road races. I actually won a couple of "age group" trophies in local road races, and finished two marathons. I was really tired when I got through with them marathons.
In about a year from beginning exercise in my late 20s', I weighed 140 pounds, and wore 30" waist pants. At that time I swore that I would never, ever have anything bigger than a 30" waist.
Well, this morning I slid on my favorite Levis, and they didn't slide. They resisted big time! So when you have a problem the first thing you've gotta do is be honest about it. I tried to blame the Mrs. for mysteriously shrinking them up, but I know the truth is that I've been too dang lazy to get out there and pound the pavement.
I started thinking about it, and it's been over a year since I did any running. What happened was that my running shoes wore slap out, and I never did replace them. Before Christmas last year, the Mrs. asked me if I wanted some new running shoes from Santa. I told her "No, No ma'am!" I guess I should have taken that as a clue that the Mrs. was noticing a bit of pudginess around my middle. But I think I was in (let me get my word book...) denial.
I'm really surprised that it took a year for my jeans to give me a clue. So, I've got the truck running pretty good...guess I'll head on up to Wal-Mart and look for some high-quality running shoes.
Y'all pray for me. It's always hard getting back into the swing of anything...especially something as (let me get my word book...) painfully dull as exercise.
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