I can't help but brag because I'm proud of myself

When this pandemic began back in March, I weighed in the mid-170s. I have been fluctuating between that weight and the low-180s for the better part of six years now. I found myself drinking heavily and eating rotten food for the first month or so and ballooned up to about 183 lbs. One day in April when I was walking down the stairs I could feel my fat jiggling under my clothes and came to the conclusion that this was not the kind of lifestyle I was going to lead however long the shutdown lasted. So I started walking six times a week, roughly five miles a day, for the next several months.

Flash forward to the end of September and I am down into the mid-150s. I can run four miles easily and can push it to six miles when I'm feeling edgy. My resting heart rate runs in the low-40s/high-30s and my blood pressure is almost perfect. And I'm hovering at about 15.7% body fat.

The best part about it all? I no longer feel my fat jiggle when I'm walking down the stairs.