So, hitting the gym is out of the picture. Just walking is hard enough. I think I'm on the mend, but it may be a few more days before I can get back on track. And I need to get back on track. Both with my exercise and my eating. So far my weight has held steady at 316 pounds. Which is great considering I'm not working out and not paying too much attention to what I eat.
Not paying attention is why I'm in this situation in the first place... That's how I burnt my feet. The whole trip I was keeping myself out of the sun. There was just one hour where I lost focus, and that's the hour my feet sat in the sun. And got fried...
Leading up to the trip, I was focused on a goal weight before the trip. Now my focus is not just a number on the scale, but on getting into clothes that haven't fit, being able to work out harder, having more endurance and generally being able to enjoy life more.
I'm ready to get past being fat. At work, some of the guys are doing a softball team. They were short on players and trying to figure out who else they could get to be a part. But in all their discussion they never asked me to play. I'm not bothered that they didn't include me, and there's no way I'd have time to do it. But it is one more example of what life as a fat person is like. And it's a life I'm done with.
And for your viewing pleasure, here's a picture of my feet at their worse: