Ok, I'm just going to come right out with it. The absolute most disappointing thing about retirement is that I weigh exactly the same as I did one year ago when I retired.
Even more disappointing than the shattered illusion of the romantic retirement, is the shattered illusion of the skinny retirement. Before I retired, I thought the only thing holding me back from the body of my dreams was work. If only I didn't have to spend eight hours a day at my desk, I could be in the best shape of my life.
Well, it wasn't my job keeping me from the body of my dreams after all. Turns out it's me. I hate running. Retirement does not make you like things you don't like. I used to like pushups, until I started the 100 Pushups Challenge (100 pushups in 6 weeks). I made it to week three, I don't know how many times.
And eating. When you have more time to have fun, you have more time to eat. It's as simple as that. Speaking of fun, martinis and steak are way more fun than Perrier and salad.
I'd like to say that I've let this one go, that retirement has somehow cured me from this desire to be really fit. But it would be a lie. I still get on that scale every day, hoping something mysterious happened, and I have a feeling I'll still be writing about this one next year, when I reflect on my second year of retirement.