My weight loss journey is an all-encompassing obsession of mine, second to none. I am concerned about how I will generate an income in the near future, considering that I have been living in America for a month and still haven't found a job to support myself. , finding work is most certainly an obsession of mine that I dedicate most of my waking hours to resolving, but the weight loss efforts supersede all else.
Like Jocko Willink I wake up at four in the morning and go on walks, I walk to the gym, work out for half an hour and walk home. Up until three days ago, I was having to lay down on the sidewalk and take breaks on my walks, this was cause for great concern because the last thing in the world I want is for a cop to ask me why I am laying down on a sidewalk and the best I can answer is I have chronically sore feet, a bad back, and knee pain.
I don't think those answers would fly when it comes to impeding traffic and being a hazard to passers bye. And I hazard I have been. In the past couple of weeks, several drivers have actually stopped in the middle of the road and gotten out of their cars to make sure I was okay. Shame! Shame! Shame!
I've finally hit the twenty pounds lost mark of the journey and while it doesn't seem easier, I have been able to make it all the way to the gym and back without laying down. Goal accomplished!
The next twenty pounds I feel will be a struggle to lose, why? I'm not sure I just have this feeling.
It seems all I do every day is walk, work out and recover. I wake up at four every morning so that I can be back home by eight, walking the 2.7 miles to the gym takes me nearly an hour and a half each way and I workout for only half an hour, I did do a full hour in the gym but was physically demolished that day.
So I wake up, walk work out walk back and recover day in and day out for the past several weeks this has been my routine. It is boring and monotonous and each day is an epic adventure of effort because to move the nearly 400 pounds that is my body requires great effort regardless of how small the movement is.
I revel in the fact that I have lost 20 pounds so far but wow, you'd think losing that much weight would make things so much easier, not just adding the ability to not lay down on a walk, but no the more I lose the harder it seems to be.
I think it's because it is real or visceral weight that I am losing and that loss is taking a toll on my body.
After I get home around 8 in the morning I shower and recover for about an hour before I scour the internet for possibilities of generating an income.
So far I've come up with making YouTube videos on a semi-daily basis as well as opening an Etsy store and drawing.
I am now looking at writing and paid-to-write sites and am daunted by the idea of becoming a technical writer.
In the twenty years that I lived in Germany outside of my wife and kids I never really spoke to people, my personality and the German culture simply did not mix well, I learned the language and got along with people but the Germans tended to only speak to me under official circumstances and I had no friends.
Before living in Germany I was always popular and even had people fight over who got to work with me at jobs but this was not the case for me in Germany which I think was a portion of why I gained weight, I was exceptionally lonely there.
I do not know how long I can maintain this regiment of physical activity and remain jobless, hopefully, soon things will change for me in that department. Today I applied for a writing site that looks like it pays well enough for me to afford a basic and decent lifestyle in Florida so here is hoping I have enough natural born talent to perform the tasks required of me.
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