Cliff is at 215, I'm 147. I'd easily lose more weight if I'd stop snacking in the evening; that's a very hard thing to do in fall and winter.
Both of us can tell the calisthenics and weights are shaping us up quite a bit. Of course, Cliff does some real weight-lifting at work, so he's the one with major changes. But I can tell a difference in myself, even though it's only twenty minutes, three times a week.
Today we probably won't get a walk in, since it looks like it's going to be drizzly and cloudy. The days we miss our walk are few and far between. Cliff takes Sundays off, but I don't.
I haven't been updating this journal very much because I'm simply maintaining, and Cliff's loss is slow, but sure.
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