Living a Dream

I'm trying to get healthier. Or maybe I'm trying to stay healthy. Or maybe I just don't want to be fat. It's at least one of those things. When I started dating Jenna 4+ years ago, I slowly started losing weight. I weighed about 215 pounds when we met, but I was in pretty good shape - running 3-6 miles a couple times a week, biking to work when weather allowed, going to the gym semi regularly. My diet was...not great. Jenna scolded me for eating Pop Tarts, which I miss terribly to this day. She only ever really drinks water. I used to drink a lot of milk. Even with skim milk, if I drank a quart a day, that was several hundred calories that weren't super necessary. We would go for walks pretty commonly and she just ate healthier than I did at the time, so by osmosis I started losing weight. By the time we moved to Italy I was down to about 200-205 pounds on a regular basis. I remember telling a friend (looking at you, Lubelski) that at some point I just wanted ...