I've decided that I am facing a 1/3-life crisis.
Why should middle-agers (mid-) and college grads (1/4-) get to have all the fun?
Here's the score card that I have to look back on as I embark on this last year of my 20s.
+ I have visited 14 countries.
+ I have had a steady job for seven years and spent no more than one month unemployed after my college graduation in 2003.
+ I own a car and have an impeccable credit score that will help me get anything I want or need when I go back to America.
+ I've lost, and maintained a loss of 40-50 pounds since I graduated from high school 11 years ago.
- I have had one relationship (when I was 19) and have absolutely no prospects right now (and don't even know if I want a husband).
- I have had no children (but that's ok, since I don't want any... this is a negative because it's a societal negative from the standpoint of my age).
- I have not been able to wear clothes from the regular women's department since about 6th grade and appear to be no closer to that goal than I was in my college days.
- I've watched countless opportunities pass me by, either because I was overlooked due to my weight or because I held myself back, fearing that my weight would make it embarrassing or even impossible to do something.
I don't know how to compare those lists. Are they balanced? Does one clearly outrank the other? I simply don't know.
Still, this blog isn't about my existential crisis as I approach 30. It's about the exponential crisis of my ass as I approach an accepted metabolic threshold that I would rather not have to overcome weighing my current 290-pounds(-ish).
Even though there is snow in the forecast for my part of Japan next week, spring is on the approach and I can't help but harbor some faint hope that it will mean rebirth for more than just the flowers. I know that this won't happen without work - and fucking hard work at that (see previous entry for wagon analogy) - but the return of warmer weather might make it a little easier to urge my bones and muscles and brain into doing what needs to be done.
Namely, pushing one huge-ass wagon up one huge-ass hill.
January 1, 2019: 187 Pounds... and a Plan
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