I was looking at my driver’s license the other day. I had gotten it at age 19 when I moved from Salinas, where a car wasn’t needed – To absolutely needing to drive in Santa Clara.
The picture and stats are still same after 16 years. I distinctly remember lying about my weight at the time, scratching it in at 250lbs. And that picture on the license is far fatter than what I see reflected in the mirror now.
That’s when it hit me. I was probably in the 280 pounds range back then in the late 90s. In the late zeroes and early teens I was up to 350.
In the last week or so, I’ve started sinking into the 230s.
I am actually at the lowest weight I’ve been in perhaps almost 20 years – Around the same time I began smoking.