Do I Really Care If I Lose the Weight?
At times, I honestly wonder.
My Sunday morning weigh-in came in at 275 pounds.
Yikes.
Now, to be fair, it was my birthday week. I celebrated. I ate foods I normally avoid. I probably ate more than I needed. But if I’m being completely honest with myself, that’s just another excuse. And if I want different results, I have to stop leaning on excuses.
I turned 66 on Thursday, February 12th. I feel good for my age. I’m active. I move well. But “feeling good” isn’t the same as being at my best. I want to feel stronger. I want to look leaner. I want to move with confidence. And I want to prove to myself that I still have the discipline to change.
I have a little over 90 days to reach my goal of 250 pounds before our Cancun trip on May 20th.
That’s 25 pounds.
Ambitious? Yes.
Impossible? No.
Recently, I’ve been experimenting with AI image tools. I took a lake photo of myself and asked AI to generate an image of me on a beach in Cancun — tan, leaner, with some muscle definition.
What it created surprised me.
That version of me looked strong. Confident. Athletic.
And the truth is — that version isn’t fantasy. It’s potential.
But potential requires action.
Reaching that level will demand more consistency in my training. It will require dialing in my nutrition — not perfect eating, but disciplined eating. It will mean fewer excuses and more intention. More walks. More lifting. More protein. Fewer mindless snacks.
This isn’t about vanity.
It’s about alignment.
Alignment between how I see myself in my mind and how I show up physically. Alignment between my goals and my daily habits. Alignment between 66 years old and the man I still believe I can be.
The AI image isn’t magic.
The work is.
And the clock is ticking.
Final Thoughts
Do I really care if I lose the weight?
Yes — I do.
Not just for Cancun. Not just for a picture. But for momentum. For discipline. For proving to myself that age is not an excuse to drift.
Ninety days. Twenty-five pounds. One decision at a time.
Let’s get it done.