40 Pounds Lighter, I’m Ready To Run First Race In 28 Years
Forty pounds of me floats above a lakeside trail in my hometown of Traverse City, Mich. That’s how much I lost over the summer by following a simple plan: Eat less and exercise more.
Running along the Lake Michigan shoreline, and along winding trails at nearby Boardman Lake, I counted off the miles and counted down the pounds.
What happened was this: When I hit 211 pounds last spring — and my doctor wrote “obese” in his little book — that was when I decided things had gotten out of hand. I had never considered myself a fat person, but that was happening.
So, something clicked in my head and I began to run. And run. And run. Not only that, but I cut sugar out of my diet and as much processed foods as possible. I discovered that carrots and apples do, indeed, carry the same satisfying crunch as a potato chip.
A couple of days ago, I proudly hit 171 pounds. That’s 40 pounds of meat I no longer schlep around. To “celebrate” I decided that I would spend my 47th birthday Oct. 7 running roughly 13.2 miles in peak color season on the Leelanau Peninsula of Michigan (the “pinkie” of the mitten). I decided that maybe it was too soon to do a full marathon — the last marathon I ran was in Detroit back in 1984 — so I’m going to run the Sleeping Bear Half Marathon.
As I get ready to run my first race since I was 21 years old, and continue my quest to live lighter and healthier, I’ll post updates on this blog.
Image: Howard Lovy. Boardman Trail in Traverse City, Mich.