Just Think If I Really Applied Myself

You're probably tired of hearing my confessions by now, but that's tough.  Yesterday I impressed myself.  Knock off the ego jokes.  But it's true.

Our scouts needed to finish up their personal fitness merit badge, so we had them performing their fitness tests (after a month of supposed practice and training) outside the church.  We had an odd number of boys, so I "volunteered" to wrangle our biggest squirrel.  I didn't have to perform the feats, but I decided to "provide a good example."

I haven't done push-ups (like I had resolved to do every day) for oh...a...few months.  Needless to say, there was a one-minute time limit.  I started out well.  I pumped out a good dozen, but then had to stop and reprimand my partner, who was supposed to be counting for me, for throwing grass, sticks, and pine cones at the other boys.  With the remaining time, I ripped out another eight for a total of twenty!

Now, to throw in some statistics, my total was higher than the mean and the median in this data set!

P.S. Pushing up 290-ish ( I haven't weighed in in a while) is a whole lot more difficult than pushing up 110.

Downward Trend

So I'm only down to 289.7, but I've been able to hold it under 290 since I started keeping track again.  And although I haven't immersed myself in oatmeal again, I have been watching my portions.  I've also been talking walks around the building since I have a student teacher.  And, here's the latest evidence that I'm on the right track, I turned down a candy bar after dinner last night.  Gotta find more things to curb the appetite.  Stress is a little lower, so that should help, but it want stave off the bacon and doughnut (or both) cravings forever. Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom.  I just need to keep this downward trend going.

Do-Over!

No, I haven't given up. I have not been defeated by the natural tendencies of my blubbery belly.  I just took a hiatus for the rest of the summer.  When you (few remaining readers) last perused this wannabe blog, I was in the midst of a high-pressure semester in Logan.  Now I am back teaching and grading and supposedly writing, and life is great, right? Nope.

At least, not in the weight department, that is.

I took the rest of the summer off, and I'm paying for it.  I won't bore you with all the scrumptious indulgences which now cluster around my middle.  Just believe me when I say they were amazing.  (I'm drooling just thinking about Robert's ribs and Tammy's seafood slaw.  That grilled pork loin, too--I wonder if I can ever replicate that marinade.)

When school started (August 21) I called for a do-over.  Not because I was assigned playground duty or anything, but I am going to start over.  My weight on said date had ballooned back up to 291.2 pounds--higher than it had been in over a year.

Since then I've gone back to my oatmeal most mornings.  I've cut carbonation again.  I'm eating more fruits and veggies.  And I've almost eliminated those late night grazings.  I don't know what my weight is now, as I'm writing far from my scale, but I am resolved to be better, to weigh less.

As soon as I pass this @#$% stats test, my life will be less stressful as well.  So, until then, it's one little step at a time.


So, yeah.  "Do-over!"

P.S.  I tried posting this earlier, but for some reason my iPad didn't want me to publish anything.  Grrr!