Week 4... No miracles yet... I can always keep hoping.
So I'm not embarrassed to say I am finally lifting normal male kettlebells .. granted its the lightest of 16kgs from my daughter's 14 kg.. hopefully this keeps up and every 2 weeks up by 2kgs ...
Still got a belly, and the scales don't seem to get out from 190 to 200lbs
Mentally I seem good, very up beat, even joked with my daughter, she didn't believe me that I carried her mom up 6 story of stairs after the wedding .. our first home was on the top floor... I'll get back to that shape eventually
The diet isn't bad anymore... happy for the increase in protein, I miss rice.... I have dreams of rice... and because of the culture rice is everywhere.. I walk in the kitchen and there is a big bag of rice right there.. I have finally been convinced to come back to be a assistant couch to my youngest daughter's sword team (Iaido) , my close friend is the couch.. I missed it all, I can't fit my old gi , but luckily enough the support team wear's sweats.. Been running laps and blood rushes with them, and doing all the warm ups, even though I'm out of breath.. but the spirit is strong... It was humorous during the introduction of myself, the group challenged me to a duel one by one... its not about strength or speed, its about flow and precision of the body.. many of them learned that lesson first hand from me... so being a rolly polly doesn't hinder my swordsmanship.. I do feel like a new man