Up and down, loop-the-loop and drop. Freefall until you hit bottom. Then try and keep your stomach from jumping out your throat. Gotta love that feeling, that rush, that adrenalin, right? Maybe. But not when it comes to weight loss. Now, I have to admit that I was the most diligent this past week with my regimented breakfasts and exercising and such. And as a result, I bounced all over the scale (not literally). I dipped as far down as 277 and rose back to where should be unmentionable. No, it wasn't really that bad, but it was an up and down rickety whitewashed wooden ride that lasts 1/6134 of the time you spend standing in line. When the ride pulled to a stop this morning after a nondescript workout, I stood at 280. I think it's going to take a little more concentration and dedication to lower the ride requirement. Not having the soccer sidelines to pace will dent my efforts, but I'll have a little more time to find something else. The stress of falling behind my Ed.D. work doesn't help either. Time to shift gears...maybe even warm up the flux capacitor.
P.S. I still think I would fit on the ride that started this whole @#$% blog. And I have until May to prove it.
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