The ten pound challenge

While making the transition from winter clothes to spring and summer clothes, A collected a box of items that were just a little too tight to fit into.  I asked her about the box and she said it's full of clothes that she wants to keep, but needs to lose about ten pounds.  We then joked a little bit about a ten pound box and went into the whole 'yeah, we really do need to start exercising and losing weight' discussion.  I then started to think about some clothes that are in the closet and dresser and came up with a mental ten pound box of my own.  We're getting old, our metabolism is starting to slow, beer tastes good, exercising sucks.  Whatever excuse you want to make for yourself, the fact is the majority of us out there can afford to lose ten pounds. 

One reason why I thought of this was because I couldn't sleep last night.  I tossed and turned just about every hour.  I would fall asleep for a little bit, wake up, and then turn over and fall back asleep.  Repeat this process for five hours and you have my evening.  During one of my moments of being awake, this thought came to me, why not set a goal of losing ten pounds to fit into these clothes that we have held onto?

I know that when I got my physical this year, one of the things my doctor stressed, other than getting a colonoscopy next year, was losing weight.  He wasn't exactly friendly about it, in fact, he came off rather dick-ish about it.  At any rate, over the past five years (or since I've been living in Kansas, is there a corelation, who knows) I've put on about fifteen pounds.  I guess you never really think of it when it's just four pounds here, or two pounds there, but the shit adds up.

So here is the plan.  Lose ten pounds.  That's it.  Through exercise, smart eating, and portion control (something I apparently have a problem with according to A).  The toughest part will be exercising.  I do not enjoy it.  I don't understand people that do enjoy it, but alas, that's just part of the game.