For the First Time in Forever

Despite a rocky weekend where I caved and consumed quite a bit of junk (the egg rolls were worth it, though), when I weighed in this morning, I weighed less than I have since I started using Wii Fit back in January of 2011. That's a long time in weight-loss years!

I weighed in at 276.9.

My goal, as I stated earlier, is to get down to 270 by June 1st.  It's only February. I'm on my way, but the benefits are already coming.

Several people say they can see it in my face. I can see it in my waistband (I need to punch another hole in the belt). Amy says I don't breathe as hard walking up stairs. That, my friends, is progress.

Bacon Update

No, I haven't lost my bacon bet yet...although it's not really even a bet.  And no, I haven't lost any weight either.  I have exercised four days between the inception of this ridiculous idea and now, but nothing has happened.  I blame this on my comprehensive exams.  But now that those are over with, I won't need as much comfort steak of pastrami.  Heh heh.

Some people call me masochistic since I've done this to myself, especially when I post and share baconic images on Facebook and such.  To them I say," Ain't no thang."

Well, I really don't say that...ever...but the sentiment is the same.  I am strong.  I can resist.  Just like I can let go of carbonation for months at a time without withdrawal.   So, why don't I just give them all up and starve myself skinny?  Point: I enjoy these foods that aren't good for me.  I still feel healthy enough to do what I need to do.

Besides, fat people make the world jolly.

Oh, don't worry.  I'm still gonna see this thing through.  It's become a matter of pride now.  That, and I'm still watching what I eat.   For example, to not be so fat (gratuitous mention of blog subtitle), I only ate one steak fajita (with mostly onions and red peppers) on each of the past three nights: the initial cooking, and two leftover opportunities.   I also let the kids scarf the leftover pizza.  Take that.

The New Plan?

This morning, despite Daylight Savings hangover, I decided to exercise.  To qualify this new "plan" of mine, I will use a little justification.  Heh heh.  On my trip to Spokane, even though I had "nothing" to do, I did not hobble down to the defunct exercise room of the hotel.  Th equipment looked like my junior high gym.  And those of you who went to JH with me (YHS or LAMS) know that it was pretty crappy.  Anyway, the Wii told me, as I awkwardly tried getting back into rhythmic boxing and step aerobics, that I hadn't "trained' for 63 days.  Honestly, I haven't done much as far as deliberate exercise goes for a long time.  (I know. I know. You don't have to criticize.)

The results of this non-exercise plan: I've lost 4.6 pounds.  Maybe I should keep it up.  (Insert stupid, winking emoticon here.)

And the Answer Was...

279.1 lbs! My little binge over the weekend didn't do much damage. Go me. Woo hoo! It almost makes me want to do it again. Don't worry. I won;t do any cartwheels or cheerleader flip-spin-twirl-clap crap. I might pull something.

Now, some people might say, "So what? You're still fat."

And to that I say, "Shut up or I'll sit on you." I'm making progress. A few of my co-workers have noticed that I've dropped a few...not just by cutting my hair or leaving my gradebook on my desk. I'm even cinching down a notch on my belt most days now. Pretty soon I might have to buy a new one.

Now, for a few random items:

Today, I feel the need for a Coke, but it's a good thing I don't have any change.

Yesterday I brought a salad for my dinner during my class. Not as tasty as a spicy chicken sandwich or a breakfast burrito, but it was better for me. Blah. Blah. Blah.

Here's to keeping it up.