Kicking butt after a lower back injury - almost at goal!

I always say how much I hate the scale, and I still do, but... I'm within a half pound of my goal weight! There's still some excess bodyfluff (I prefer that term over bodyfat) I'd like to see gone, but a slow recomp will do the job without feeling like torture or sacrifice. I'm not cut out for a martyr lifestyle. Or any lifestyle that involves giving up pizza and bagels.

The bigger victory in all this, is that it'll be one year this weekend since I f'ed up my back, right after I'd gotten over a round of depression and some minor injuries and started getting into the groove of eating right and exercising again. It was something with my SI joint, and recovery was a long, slow process with several months of physical therapy, several more months of narcotic painkillers, and a steroid injection that had reversed the small weight loss I'd managed over the summer. Grrrr...

It's been since January that I really cracked down. I'd taken progress pictures exactly one year ago today, so I took more this morning. I didn't realize my thighs had shrunk that much!

A little over a year ago, I thought my running days were behind me. And weights were completely out of the question. I ran 10.5 miles the other day, the longest I've ever run. My lifts aren't quite what they were several years ago, but I'm benching 80 lbs, overhead press 55 and squatting 100. Nothing amazing, but nothing to sneeze at either.





^^ That puddle? That was my sweat after running at 80% humidity!