Is losing weight an art?

I work as a commercial custodian, a fancy way of saying I'm a janitor. I work for a manufacturing company, so I am responsible for cleaning a hugh area. I started working for this company back in October of 2009. Before I started this job I was laid off for a year exactly.

While I was unemployed I did nothing but mostly sit on my ass. Every now and then, I would cut the grass, trim the hedges or wash the vehicles as needed and sometimes all three in one day.

When I started my job, I was 210Lbs at 5'8". Most of that weight was in my gut. When I was in my teens I promise myself I would never have a beer belly (what we used to call it). Now here I was at 42 with this hugh thing hanging from my body. While I don't mind being 210Lbs I just didn't want it all hanging over like that.

I was very happy with finally start working. My first day on the job was like my 2nd day in boot camp. I sweated profusely and gave out of breath easily. That mop really put a strain on my heart, but I was glad I had a job that called for physical exertion such as this. For a moment, I didn't think I would be able to effectively do my job as required.

Over time, I gradually start to shed weight. I could feel my energy level rise after a while. My gut was melting and I no longer required as much oxygen. I actually looked forward to mopping. The more work they added to me the happier I was.

I've been on the job for five months now, and I'm already down to 165Lbs. That's 35Lbs dropped in five-month times. I could have done my Christmas shopping for the year with that many pounds. I ask you, "is weight lost an art"? I went from sitting on my ass all day and gaining 20Lbs to working eight hours a day and losing 35Lbs. With all the many commercials and advertisements being shown about shedding weight, tell me bloggers, "is losing weight an art"?