The next thing
Throughout this process, I told many that once the surgery was done, this part of the journey would come to an end. And it has. No longer am I looking to drop weight as I did before, and now the focus will shift yet again.
Well, first on the list is my never-ending quest to fill a wardrobe with clothes that fit. From my heaviest, I still have a size 54-inch pair of pants that are tucked away in my closet, merely as a friendly reminder of how things used to be.
The clothing thing has taken on several different variations, from mostly 4x and 5x shirts to now larges since even extra larges now appear to be too big. I found out the hard way on my first day back after surgery that I also no longer have pants that fit, as approximately four more inches have come off my waist.
I’ll leave that statement there without much of a visual. But I think you get the picture.
All good problems to have for sure, and none that I ever truly thought I would have to overcome. But I’ll definitely take it.
Medically, all is good. My blood work is perfect, and there’s no doubt in my mind that this entire venture has added years onto my life, God willing.
Once I’m back in the gym, it’s time to train and add muscle to this 49-year-old frame with my sights set on a Rugged Maniac at Wilmot Mountain later this summer. A group of my fellow gym rats from Body by Design in Muskego and I will be tackling that course, and I can’t wait.