I can literally hear your eyes rolling in your heads right now and, sorry to tell you, it sounds a little hollow in there. But I know. I know! Another post on fat loss? You are wondering: Does this chick think about anything else?
As a matter of fact, I do think about else. I think about a lot of else, such as: Is my son having fun at school today? Why do people watch The Bachelor? And, is someone working on an app that can wake me up with the sounds and smell of bacon?
I don’t mean for this to become a weight loss blog where all I do is talk about how to lose weight (and by weight I mean, fat weight), especially since—you might want to sit down for this—I’m not an expert in weight or fat loss. My expertise is…um…okay…perhaps I’ll explore that another day.
For me, though, losing the excess fat on my frame is very much connected to my running. And, this is a running blog. Although, I’m not expert in running either. Damn it. What AM I an expert in?
See, the thing is: The lighter I get, the stronger I get (less fat, more muscle), the faster I get. And I like to run fast. So I can’t help it.
As I sit here with my stomach squishing over the top of my jeans, I have somewhere around 27% body fat, which is the high end of average. In my opinion, 27% is too high for me. I’m wearing size 6 pair of jeans for goodness sake. How do I still have all this squish?
It pisses me off, actually. I have been dedicated to exercise and healthy eating for four and a half freaking years. My percentage should be lower than that.
To be fair to myself, which I rarely am, I only really discovered how to eat and exercise specifically for fat loss (and not weight loss) a few months ago as I talked about in this recent post here: I Wanted to Lose Weight by Running, but What I Learned 4 Years Later Surprised Me.
Anyway, in no way to do I hate my body or hate the way it looks right now. I think I look pretty good. But it doesn’t feel good to have my belly spilling out over my belt—it’s quite uncomfortable. However, I am what I am at this moment in time. That being said, I don’t hate my body, but I’m not content to stay where I’m at. I can be healthier. I can have less squish. That’s just me. Everyone is different. Some people don’t mind the squish. To each their own.
I’ve made significant progress in becoming healthier inside and out. But I’m not done.
I’m not the kind of person that can just accept things as they are when something can be done about them. Unless it’s vacuuming. The dust bunnies are fine…I kinda like them, in fact. I named my favorite one Hef. I got him a tiny silk smoking jacket. The bunnies can stay.
But, the fat must go. I choose not to accept all of this excess fat on my body. I choose to do something about it. In a healthy way, of course.
After all, I consider myself an athlete. And I’m a competitive person. Remember when you were in high school and you were forced to run the mile in PE? Yeah, I loved the mile. The mile was my Olympics. I win! Every time.
To be a better athlete, I want more muscle and a lighter body. That’s what these fat loss posts are all about, Charlie Brown.