Wow, it’s been nearly a week. I have to admit, for some reason this blog has been a little more difficult than the last one. I can’t exactly say why that is, perhaps I have just decided to trim the fat, so to speak, and eliminate of the duller posts that I did during the 100 days.

But whatever the reason, I am still truckin’ and dedicated to giving you the goods on this body shrinking I am doing.

So, with that said, I regret to inform you that the Perfect April did not materialize. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even make it through a week. Yep, that’s why they call me Captain Willpower. It happened Friday night when a coworker called to see if I wanted to go out drinking. I was bored, basically staring at the TV after a day of nothing (except a trip to the gym!), so I went and had about six beers. After that, he drove to Taco Bell, and I didn’t fight it. So that carried over to Saturday, another terribly boring and unhealthy day.

I got back on track Sunday and Monday, keeping with the salad dinners and fruit at night. By all means, I am back on the wagon. It just sucks that my planned 25 day health fest was ruined in one night.

But I am over it, and looking forward once again. Friday, I weighed in a little over 264, discouraging since it is a minimal change from the week before. I am realizing the stark reality of this leg of the diet. That reality being that my body doesn’t want to shed the weight. The smallest slip, one day off from the gym, means the weight isn’t coming off that week. At least that’s how it seems right now.

That’s tough, since it kind of eliminates the hope of gradual weight loss. I can see that these last 24 pounds will likely come in bunches. Possibly five at a time after long stretches of nothing. And they will only come when I force them to.