Long time listener, first time caller, posting here for posterity’s accountability Father Ron down the line.
I just spent my first week back in the 60s, for the first time in 20+ years. 68-69kg, down from operating in the 70s for a few years and 80s for most with one or two in the 90s. 6 months ago it was 82kg, with a few ups and downs in exercise, illness and diet since. Intermittent fasting has been helpful in solidifying the calorie deficits and keeping the diet in sharp focus.
At 176cm tall, with a current BMI of 22, this is not exactly super lean anyway. I could handle going as low as 65kg, so it still feels like there’s a bit more work to be done, but wouldn’t want to go much lower than that.
I originally planned to lash out with one burger meal deal to celebrate getting back into the 60s, but what’s the point? Don’t I owe myself some respect for the work, dedication and other setbacks enough not to trivialise it with some pyrrhic nonsense? The best victory celebration is just living it, rather than rebelling against it.
Plus I have a hernia surgery tomorrow. I’m stupid, but I’m not stupid enough to celebrate anything before surgery.