As I've lost weight and gotten fitter, I've become less suited to the position I know, and better suited to a different position in my team sport. I was really nervous that I just looked the part (tall/semi-lean) and they were going to put me in a position to be doing activities I wasn't actually capable of.
This past weekend, my fear of a shifting position came true. They made me a jumper. For some context, I was repeatedly mocked by my family for being incapable of jumping as a kid, because I would barely get off the ground even an inch or too.
But, last night, I jumped...AND, I WAS GOOD AT IT!!
Not only that, but I had spent my gym-time the day previously doing one-legged box jumps, so my system was beeeeeat.
Scale victory: I've been stuck (- outlook) or I should say...involuntarily maintaining (+outlook) for the past six-ish months. I'm still not noticeably or steadily losing. But I'm pretty consistently weighting in 176-178 rather than 180 the last few weeks, which is exciting for me as 180 lbs is a significant mental hurdle for me.
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