It seems almost counterproductive to step outside for a cigar following an hour-long karate workout, but I did it anyway. The Romeo y Julieta Reserva Real proved to be even more relaxing than normal, and the balmy weather and cool breeze rounded things out nicely.
I got to thinking about my health as I puffed, and it dawned on me how far I’ve come. Since I started really thinking about my health in 2005, and I started getting some exercise and paying more attention to what I eat, I’ve lost 40-45 pounds. I did slack a bit in 2006 and wonder how much more I’d have dropped if I’d been able to maintain a workout regimen then, but it’s not getting me down. In the six months since I joined the Academy of Okinawan Karate, I’ve lost just over 20 pounds.
Not too shabby.
To put it in perspective, it’s like peeling the Squirt off of me. He weighs just over 40 pounds at last measurement, and watching him walk around — or even picking him up — and thinking about that much being permanently attached to me is staggering. It’s no wonder I’ve dropped several sizes of clothing; that weight’s got to come off somewhere.
I feel better than I have in ages. My endurance has noticeably improved, and while I’ve still got a ways to go, I generally feel fit.
What harm can one cigar do? :)