This is gonna be kinda short, just because it is getting late and I’d like to snap my streak of three consecutive days waking up after noon.
There are three things you should definitely know. And, as you know, I am a big fan of numbered items, so here we go:
1) Monday I weighed in at 264.4, capping the most dramatic week of weight loss to date. After a three-day binge, I spent seven days eating as low-cal as I knew how, and lost at least (using 270.0 as a starting point) 5.6 pounds. That showed me what happens when I actually dedicate myself to this. Now, I need about six more weeks just like that and I will be bidding you goodbye at 240 pounds.
By the way, that 264.4 number is the lowest I have weighed since I was a 240-pound freshman in high school. Sophomore year I was 306, but I can’t remember putting on that much weight. In college, I got down to 267 one February, but promptly gained it all back. So yeah, 264 is good.
2) Monday night I decided to go to Taco Bell. Not the best decision, but something I just happened to decide on as work was ending. I am not particularly upset about it, not beating myself up at all. I kind of figured that the 1,200 calorie menu couldn’t be maintained for 14 straight days, as I had originally planned it. So I got that little slip up out of the way and moved on to Tuesday.
3) After a little bit of refocusing on Monday night, and a certifiable ass-dragging to the gym Tuesday morning (Well, my Tuesday morning, your 12:30 p.m., 3:30 p.m. if you live in the east), I returned to the 1,200-1,500 calorie diet perfectly. Big salad and fruit as the big meals. Now I just need to get to Sunday (next planned off day), and then weigh in one more time and hope that Taco Bell didn’t totally derail this week. Of course, after Sunday, it’s back on the wagon for, hopefully, two weeks. Somehow I see the end in site, and I don’t want to prolong it more than I have to.
And that’s pretty much the happening on the Fortress. Anything you’d like to say?