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Shrinking Steve

Back in April I had an epiphany. A vision. Maybe it was more of a wake-up call.

Carrie and the kids were in Oregon visiting family. One morning while I was getting dressed, I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. Really stop and look. I was kind of shocked and almost disgusted at what I saw. I realized that I'd really gained a lot of weight and that I wasn't taking care of my body. I was unhappy with how I looked and felt. I needed to do something about it. Up until that point, I'd resisted any effort by Carrie to get me to do WeightWatchers with her, or to exercise, or anything. We have generally always eaten pretty healthy foods, I just tended to eat to much and to eat late at night. And I've always hated exercise. I can't stand working out at the gym.

But I had to do something. I want to live a long, healthy, happy life. I owe it to myself and my family. So, I gave in. I started to do WeightWatchers with Carrie. I never went to meetings, but I started following the system. And I started mountain biking. I got hooked. I bought a new bike. I started going three or four times a week. And I started loosing weight!

I'm proud to say that since April, I've lost about 60 pounds. And it's still coming off. I feel better. I'm down two shirt sizes and about four or five inches off my waist. It's awesome. I did a hard thing, and it's been worth it.

This is the crazy part: since the beginning of August, I've lost 40 pounds! I asked a doctor about it, and he wasn't concerned. He says I'm doing it the right way.

Here's a picture from last winter:

And here's a picture from today: