Therapy

I have to say that on an occasional basis, chocolate therapy, Whopper therapy, and ice cream therapy work wonders. Sometimes you need to feed (literally and figuratively) your sanity, and it usually works well through the belly. And that's all I got to say about that.

Baby Steps

Despite the Cafe Rio-style pork and rice bowl yesterday evening (which had nothing to do with the Super Bowl, by the way), I am back down to 280.9 lbs. This is also in deference to a mostly exercise-free week thanks to Sam, who has decided that around 12:30 he needs to spend the rest of the night in our bed. I have been better (a little) in regard to portion size. And I've also been restricting my late night intake as well. That doesn't count the cookies that the kids made with Grandma after dinner. Burp. I'm still going to do it no matter the stresses or tempting cheesecakes that stand in my path. Just gotta take baby steps...or maybe crawl along...as that seems to be my progression speed right now.

P.S. The guacamole last night and at lunch today isn't going to help matters any. Doh!

Wind Out of the Sails

So I'm all talk? So what? Sam has really been putting a cramp in my morning style lately. I was able to weigh in on Monday: 283 or so. I don't really remember as it was ages (two days) ago. Doh! But for the good news, I have not been eating late at night any more. Well, at least for the past week or so. And believe me, the temptation to fry some eggs and bacon is just about holding my gut at gunpoint. As I am typing and Amy is making out a grocery list, I have a hankering for a steak sandwich or a French dip or something else nice and meaty and fatty and not good for me in the slightest. BUT (not butt) I am being a good boy ad starving myself until morning.

Please, if I beg for Ben and Jerry's or plead for a Dr. Pepper, just smack me. I can do this. I CAN do this!

Slowly.

Mulligan

BBQ pork and chicken are not a good way to start off kicking my gut's butt. I went to a luncheon today, and was greeted by these scrumptious temptations. Tomorrow, even though I have to sit through class, I'm going to be more active. I'm not exactly sure how yet. The details are kinda fuzzy, but I'll get it.

On the positive side, I did walk more. (It's easier to do as the student teacher takes over more.) Sam precluded my exercise routine, but I was able to sneak in some crunches before work. Now, if I could only get that smoky aftertaste to go away.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

Okay. I'm mad about my weight loss or lack thereof. In fact, I would like to kick my eating habits in the teeth. I weighed in this morning at 285.7. What the crap is that? I haven't been that heavy in ages...or at least months. I am resolute in getting down to 270 by the end of the year and keeping it off. Earlier would be better.

So, stay tuned for more updates as I devise a plan. While I am pondering, I'll accept any feedback or suggestions.

A for Effort

Hey! I believe I need a reward. Exactly what kind of reward is my conundrum. When I looked and saw that I have exercised 6 days in a row (not counting weekends) this morning, I thought, "Man, I need to celebrate!" I have--disgustingly--not done that since June. And what's worse, is that so far in January, I have matched my total number of exercise days for December and November combined. Those months I'll just consider epically failed, and I'll start over. It's a new semester, right?

The better news is that since last Monday, I've already lost. Today's weigh-in was 281.8 lbs!

So...my idea to celebrate with donuts was probably not the smartest. I probably shouldn't bring chips to my party either. Does anybody out there have a suggestion for a reward? All I can think about right now seems to involve brownies or bacon or ice cream.

P.S. It was a good thing someone ate all the seven-layer dip before I got to lunch.

I'm Baaaaaaaack!!

So, for all those suckers who thought I was done, sorry to disappoint. You also should have taken me up on my bet back before Thanksgiving. Heh-heh.

Supposedly, January was National Weigh-in Day. And guess what? I weighed-in. Before I found out it was a "national" thingy. Otherwise I would have waited until the next day. That's just the way I am. Some of you know that already, though.

On Monday, I reappeared on the scale at 285.5 lbs. Not too bad considering all the crap I threw down the pie hole: fast food, liquid poison (as Leah calls it), chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, more chocolate, hot chocolate, even more chocolate, homemade chocolate, and then a little more chocolate.

But now, I am repentant. I have exercised three days in a row (as opposed to the entire two in the month of December). I am off the juice (carbonation). And I don't eat after 8 p.m. And boy, am I hungry. That's okay. It's better to do it cold turkey (Mmmm...turkey!) than to try and wean myself. And I've already lost half a pound! The goal this year is to drop another 10 or 15 and keep it off. More good news: despite my gain, I'm still riding a minus ten from when I started exercising on a somewhat regular basis last February.

So, there. Any naysayers out there? Speak up and/or I'll sit on you.

Encouragement? It's always welcome. Happy New Year! Let's make it a little happier.