For me, it’s my stomach. Whenever I look in the mirror, it’s like a lab experiment, pinching and pulling and sucking in until I’m satisfied that it looks different than when I first stood in front of the mirror minutes ago. For perspective, I try to imagine what I looked like when I was 100 lbs. heavier, but my weight loss doesn’t outweigh my self-perception.
Going from a hefty 339–and upwards of 350 before that–to a lean-ish 201 to a pained 276 and now at a shapely 230, I’ve yo-yo’ed so much my name should be Duncan. No matter what my weight is I’ll always have some extra skin to contend with, and while I will never look like this guy, I’ll also never have abs like Brad Pitt in “Fight Club,” even if I crunch and crunch and crunch.
But there’s one part of my body that I’m truly proud of (No, not that part…): my calves. Despite being about 50 lbs. overweight by BMI standards (You know how I feel about BMI…), my calves have serious definition. They are muscular and meaty and not too hairy, the kind of calves Johnny Drama would want implanted. I guess that’s what training for a 5K earns me–nice calves and bloody nipples.
I won’t dare ask you what body part you’d Frankenstein, but tell me: What body part are you proud of?