I use that morning where I saw 195 on the scale as a
link sort of dividing line between when I looked at my weight as a sort of “Eh, it is what it is” (that type of resignation sets in when you
link consider Peanut M&Ms a basic food group) to, “Uh, yeah, I have to do something.” And what I did was dust off
link my Apple Watch, hop on my bike, and ride around New York City like a maniac.