This Just In...

All the poundage I put on immediately before Thanksgiving seems to have fallen off. I was pretty discouraged when my scale told me I had packed on an additional 4 lbs. over the holiday. I though I was managing my intake fairly well. I only had one plate for dinner. No, I'm not going to discuss how it was stacked, but those of you who have seen my mad plate-stacking skills might get a good idea. Then I only had two slivers of pie for dessert. I even exercised that morning by playing football with a group of guys for a couple of hours. The pictures of the bruise on my shin are too disturbing to post. Let's just say that I couldn't kneel until last night (and it still hurts to do so) because it had swollen so much. The dimensions (today) run about 10 or 11 inches long and about 6 inches wide. See what happens when I try to exercise.

So, it's back to the oatmeal. I've thrown away or given away all my candy and cake and pie and stuff. I've turned down brownies, cinnamon rolls, and other temptations. I did, however, kill a six pack of liquid poison over the course of a week.

For those who are watching my numbers (and laughing), I'm back to 280. Good news: there are no more leftovers. Bad news: there are no more leftovers.

Bad News

So I haven't been so goo lately. I know, so here it goes. This morning I'm giving away all my candy--from Halloween, from my birthday, from everything else. Consider it gone. I also exercised this morning for the first time in over a week. Having sick kids in the middle of the night really puts a cramp on getting up early, but no excuses any longer. This weekend I'm going to catch up on my work so the stress can go bye-bye. I'm going to start going to bed earlier so I can get up earlier. Again, this is all theory, but I'm going to work to make it happen.

It's a pity no one took up my wager. You'd be winning right now. Then again, the holidays aren't over. They're just beginning.

Usually, I take off this time of year from my carbonation fast, but I think I'm going to be more rigid about that. I'm not going to go spring for a case of Dr. Pepper or cream soda. I'll take it easy and drink responsibly.

So, for all of you who forgot my birthday, or those who just need to pay your next tribute, candy is no longer acceptable tender. Cash or other commodities are still acceptable.

P.S. If you haven't seen the updated rules at the bottom of the page, please check them out. See, I'm learning.

Yeah...Yeah...I Know

I haven't posted on this blog for quite a while...not quite as bad as my absence from JoeAverageWriter, but still pretty horrible. To keep up the shocking news, I hadn't exercised in over two weeks--16 days to be precise. And still, I had lost 1.1 lbs since my last measurement. In short, despite my horrendous eating habits and lack of dieting focus, I'm down to 279.5. It's not as low as I should be, but it's not too bad considering what an awful person I am.

Here come the holidays! And just so you know, I have not gained serious weight over birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, or New Year's in several years. Anybody wanna bet against me this year? Anybody wanna make a wager?

I'm Just Sayin'

Despite my best efforts, I don't think that eating popcorn and ice cream as I am up super freakin' late grading papers and trying to read research articles for a paper and presentation that is weeks overdue is going to do much for my physical or mental health. Although I have to add that the ice cream was supposedly lower fat or something pseudo-healthy like that.

I do need to report, though, that I am still holding strong to my no carbonation regimen (until my birthday next month). I have been tempted and sorely tried, but I am resolute in this. I'm actually thinking about maybe just taking a short respite for my B-day and then continuing the Lent-ish sacrifice until the end of the school year, with the few exceptions being Christmas, New Year's Eve, and maybe one or two other special occasions.

But I also need to knock off all this stayin' up late and stressin' and stuff if I ever expect to get up early and exercise again. Ha!

Quickie!

I know it's been a while, and I keep falling behind, but I thought I'd include my latest weigh-in, especially since I haven't done so in a week. Oh, I exercised this past week-just not in the mornings. Landscaping and fixing the kids' bikes and actually having time to be outside might have had something to do with it. I love Fall Break, even if I'm still not caught up and the stress is raining down.

278.7 lbs.

"It's Not My Fault...

being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise." This statement made by Andre the Giant in The Princess Bride still makes me laugh. And it has been kind of a running joke in my family as I have been the biggest and strongest for quite a while. Just a couple years ago while playing in the backyard at my parents', both my younger brothers, my sister, and my dad attempted to throw me into the pool. My siblings ended up wet, but all four of them couldn't manage to soak me. Ha!

But back to my supposed weight loss. I confess that I haven't been exercising much. I hurt my knee and back playing softball a few weeks back, and it's still lingering. Plus, I like my bed. I did weigh in on Monday at 278.7, but I didn't post. Life has been a little hectic. Not bad. However, I have also eaten the equivalent of a small pick-up truck over the past few days.

On Thursday my professor was actually visiting our site so we took her to dinner at Mimi's. Friday night Amy and I went to Winger's. I also had a leftover steak for lunch. I ordered more steak for dinner. And when I couldn't finish it off, I began to feel old and weak. So I killed it for breakfast alongside a three-egg omelet. Then I had to graze in the football snack pasture on Saturday. That night we took our scouts for a reward pizza dinner as well. Then today I couldn't leave the pork loin alone. Then we went to Mom and Dad's for ice cream and cookies. While we were visiting, one of the neighbors brought over part of a pig he had smoked this afternoon. The homemade BBQ sauce is still tingling the back of my throat.

Honestly, I'm a little scared for tomorrow. I hope I an exercise without puking or pausing for oxygen.

On a brighter note, I still haven't broken my carbonation drought since the beginning of the school year. Only five weeks to go! Time for a TUMS!

Roller Coaster

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.