So it is 11 p.m. Monday night, and I am dead tired. Had a long night down in San Francisco on Sunday, hanging out and doing various drunken things. It was a pretty glorious off-day, except for the fact that it shouldn’t have been an off-day at all.
I will keep this fairly short, because I am really, really trying to get to bed early tonight in hopes that I can recalibrate my body clock so I wake up between 9 a.m. and 10 a.m. every morning, instead of the current 11-noon. That would be a big step in having productive work days that include regular trips to the gym. So we’ll see how that goes.
My weight as of Thursday is an even 274 pounds, a big deal because the lowest weight on the 100 Days was 275. So I guess we can say that I am now one pound less than I have been since college. So that’s nice.
However, that number may have led to a mental block, and I just didn’t have a lot of heart going into the weekend. Sunday was supposed to be a reasonable day, well-within the desired calorie range. Instead it was an orgy of pizza, beer and even a Philly cheese steak.
Even with the fear of being called a failure and a crazy man, I promise that on Wednesday I will go into this “block” in much further detail, and I will further outline my plan for the coming weeks (they involve at least one lofty goal).
But I regret to inform you that I am tired and still a little bit hungover, which means you get only this very brief summary today. However, with a good night’s sleep, I will be energized and ready to go tomorrow, so look forward to that, if you want.