I woke up sore. *sigh* And thinking... damn... I really have to find a dojo sometime.
I also woke up realizing that with the lost twelve pounds, my tummy no longer gets in the way of me bending completely at the waist. I just realized that in the ten years since I broke my knee I've gotten my flexibility back in it. I can kneel on the floor now without it killing my right knee, though the side tendons are still tight, and my hamstrings are still tight and my musculature feels... odd now. I'm riding the exercise bike nearly ever day, for forty minutes a day, now, and while I'm breaking a sweat again it's a clean one, not that sticky, labored I'm not fit one I've had since after Jet was born.
It's more fun to ride to Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex than anything I've ridden to in my life. *grin* Especially the chase scenes.
I didn't think I did anything to lose the poundage, but thinking it over I no longer eat out for lunch, nearly at all. We nearly never have fast food anymore. I don't sit behind a desk all day anymore. I ride to "work" in Jet's classroom on my bike every time I can. I get my time on the bike. I walk to the bus stop twice a day with Jet and get an average of 9000 steps in a day, rather than the 3000 I got when I was working full time. I don't actually eat as much or as often any more, between writing and painting and drawing and studying and watching and knitting and... I am more interested in what I'm doing than stopping for a big meal or even a snack. I don't need comfort food anymore. It's interesting to realize it's probably all just piling up. I never really tried to lose weight at all.
I just live entirely differently now that I'm retired and it's reflected back on my health and weight.