I joined a gym in September of 1999. I weighed around 165 pounds, and felt for the most part,
comfortable with it . Someone had told me that if I have been able to maintain my weight with the
awful diet and no exercise for the three years she knew me, just adding a regular exercise schedule alone would yield results. She was right.
I've gone from a 36 waist to a 32 in men's size. My ass shrank. Everyone noticed. I got compliments because it was revealed to me that under a less than toned form was a pretty decent, curvy and flattering figure.
When I went for my annual doctor's checkup, I was weighed out at a little more than 165 pounds. Kind of a bummer, but I know that since I am weight training and not running in place in front of a mirror , I expected that.
But I look good. I feel good . I don't weigh myself as a measurement of how much effort these last 6 months have shown to me, in little changes, throughout my flesh .
To sum up, I could give a fuck about ideal weight.