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Jeff Jenkins 2009 |
Busy day, I just drove back from Vancouver, then soon I am out to Richmond, then out to Mission, then home.
I am keeping up with my plant and fish based diet, in treatment of sleep apnea effects.
I do not notice much of a difference in the mirror, but over the last few years I have had to tighten my belts to avoid public embarrassment. I asked the gentlemen at the leather store to 'punch' holes in all my belts so I could wear them and my pants tighter.
He was not Bruce Lee...
Of course I buy new smaller clothes.
Last night at Bible study a leader was convinced I had lost twenty pounds since he saw me before Christmas.
John Wee's kind Mother told John (paraphrased) that she could not believe how much weight I have lost between the dinners that she had kindly asked me to.
The funny thing is that the scale rarely changes...
I can use the 30 and 50 dumbbells and thin out but I seem to replace fat with muscle.
I can jog up in my loft for 45 minutes; I can prayer walk for an hour, and I thin out but I replace fat with muscle.
I can work out with martial arts weapons and knives and thin out, but the weight stays about the same.
Perhaps I am so macho, the scale is intimidated and no matter how many plants I eat, or exercise I do, the scale refuses to drop the number insisting I am a Kingpin. Does the scale reason I will be insulted by a smaller number?
This is reading a little bit too much like Chuck Norris or Mr. T jokes, but I am not famous.