After my accident, fifteen years ago, I floundered, as you would expect. I tried to do what the doctors ordered, which was take my medicine, and rest. I also discovered the wonder of comfort food, and managed to balloon up to the fattest that I'd ever been in my life.
My next step was to get some advice from the strength coach at the Fitness Center at my local Community College. He measured me and told me that I was still way too fat. His advice was to lose fat, and gain muscle. Of course I thought he was crazy, but I gave it a shot. He was right.
Last year, at age 59, I took a Body Mass Index test in a "Bod Pod" and realized that I was now in the best shape of my life. I had more lean muscle, and less fat, than back in my "heyday". I guess that makes now my "heyday", right?
I will be doing the BMI test again in two months, and I will be working on sharpening up my condition. I did get my six-pack abs back, but they're really kinda blurred by the fat that I need to lose to really reveal them, so that's my next goal. I've been taking photos of myself and I can see my abs, but really only in the perfect light, tensed very hard. But I know that there's muscle under there.
I've been weighing myself, and measuring myself, and writing stuff down. I write in this journal every day and it helps remind me of my goals. There really isn't any reason to do this, other than I enjoy setting goals and hitting them. I have to admit to being kinda curious about what a man my age can do mostly just training at home and at a Community College Fitness Center.
I'm now consistently at 160 and figure that I'll be at about that, or slightly below in two months. I'll let you know how it goes.