I haven't mentioned it in a while, but I'm still on the reduced alcohol regimen. I've stuck to the new limits every day for five months now, breaking the limit only twice. So that's good.
I do puch the boundaries a bit on weekends, with a heavy-content beer only counting once when maybe it should count twice. But then, there's only the one heavy beer, never more. I'm also still relying on near-beer to fill the gap, although I'm doing that less and less, and some nights doing without it entirely.
On Saturday, I surprised myself getting out of the shower. I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and was surprised to see abs. Not well-defined or anything, but the two vertical lines were definitely visible. That's been a long time since I've seen those.
There's a long way to go still, of course, but this passive approach to weight loss is definitely doing something. No-one who would see me naked would say I'm slim by any means. The man boobs remain a problem. (Please, can my man boobs go away already? Sheebus...)
Thinking about it, though, those abs might also have appeared through my being sick. No better way for weight loss than illness. And I was definitely dehydrated all weekend, though not for lack of intake.
So anyway, it's coming. It would come a lot faster if I actually, you know, worked at it, but who's kidding whom?
Active exercise has fallen. I never seem to have the time. And when there is time, I just want to fucking relax instead. Only half an hour of reading on the front porch this weekend. That's it. What should be the focus of my free time is an afterthought.
Now you can go away thinking about my man boobs.