Lost weight a confidence-booster

No, I’m not sick.

I don’t have scurvy, hepatitis, cancer, bulimia.

There’s been no gastric bypass surgery, lap band procedure or related cosmetic change.

Haven’t tried hypnosis, I don’t subscribe to Weight Watchers nor have I tried any fad-of-the-month diets.

Still, I’m a much lesser me than I was a year ago.

Just how much less?

The honest answer — I have no clue. (I never weighed myself before I started this journey, so any answer north of 90 pounds is purely a guess.)

I do know roughly what I weigh now, and from what I’ve seen in various medical expert journals, it’s described as a normal weight for a person my height.

In short, I’ve gone from “bleh” to “average.”

I’ve lost enough to get the attention of those I encounter on a nearly daily basis.

Most conversations follow the same pattern.

“Have you lost weight?”

“Yeah, a little.”

“Wow, you look great! Are you sick?”

I TRIED my hand at getting fit a couple of times in the past. I even ran a half marathon about 10 years ago in an attempt to impress a girl. (Spoiler alert: it doesn’t work when you finish last.)