After a brisk 3-mile jog this morning, I got on my WiThings scale and it measured me at 214.4. That’s a BMI of 29.9, which according to WHO’s classification, brings me down from “Obese” into “Overweight” for the first time in my adult memory.
I’m overweight, not obese! Overweight! Isn’t it wonderful? I want to run through the streets of West Chester like Jimmy Stewart, shouting “Hello, Iron Hill! Hey, Kaly emporium! I’m overweight! Isn’t it FANTASTIC?!”
You can compare the overweight John shown above with Obese John from last summer in this break.com piece about the Guerilla Drive-In. Hey, I’ll be damned, I have lost a lot of weight! Here’s my progress since then:
I’m just a whisker from three-fourths of the way to my goal of 200 pounds. Once I get there, my next goal is going to probably be 185. But I’ve noticed something; when I started Lose It or Lose It, my goal was to run so I’d lose weight. Now, my goal has been changing — I want to lose weight so I can run faster. Whether or not my goal becomes a number on the scale, a clothing size, or ripped guns, I’m incredibly happy with the progress I’ve made. Thanks, Lose It or Lose It, for making me overweight!
After dropping off Lydia for her first day of first grade (hurrah!), Kate and I walked over to the newly-opened Chestnut Street parking garage. We visited the truly-odd-looking bicycle sarcophagi, and then went up to the top to admire the view. Which is wonderful! And it gave me an idea.
From the top of the Chestnut Street garage, you can clearly see the tops of the Bicentennial garage over on High and Market, and the Justice Center garage over on Darlington. With a clear line-of-sight like that over the rooftops in West Chester, we clearly need to send some flag semaphore messages:
So all we need to do is gather up nine people (one to wave the flags, one to look through binoculars, and one to write stuff down at each spot), and, y’know, learn semaphore. Here’s the area covered:
Who’s in? I’m thinking that we could do this some Saturday this fall: we meet in the morning, send a message from the Bicentennial Garage to the Justice Center garage, to the Chestnut Street garage, and tweet the results. World’s least convenient tweet! Then we get some breakfast.
OOOH, HEY: maybe we could use semaphore to send our breakfast order from Chestnut, to Bicentennial, to Justice, and then to Nudy’s Cafe, right across the street from the Justice Center garage, and then we’ll go eat the food! Sound like a plan? You can at me on Twitter or send me a message on Facebook if you want to join!