Do you believe
In what you see?
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line

-Zero 7, In the Waiting Line

Since the walking dead overtook me back in winter, I have been waiting. I have not engaged in those 3 AM lifting sessions or 4 AM walks. I have lost around 30 lbs since then, but those are not a function of that anyway. I do miss my soundtrack from that time. It is not Atlanta Rhythm Section and Journey echoing in my head, but Shape of You and One in a Million pulling me like a magnet to those pre-dawn hours.

Weightloss itself is a waiting around game. With what I do now, I don't plateau. There is no non-existential threat to it; there are no nachos or Taco Bell cravings. Mostly, I find eating a chore, just a macro checkbox to mark off. I know if I wait long enough, I'll reach my goal.

No, the waiting I am experiencing is more than that. It is more than waiting for that mid-February, vitality-draining Dementor to temper down. In fact, I am waiting for more, beyond fitness.

And I gotta think that this phase of my life is a time of preparation...to add wrenches into this ol' toolbox handed down the generations. Pursue it with passion and purpose.

I know I am coming up upon a threshold. As sung in my #1 song a few years back, "I can feel it, coming in the air tonight."