Here's the Good News:

At dinner tonight I didn't get a Coke and I ordered a baked sweet potato and fresh vegetables (carrots and broccoli) instead of fries. ANNNNNNNNNNNNND...I rode 9 miles on the bike this morning!

Stress is not helping. Just a few more days.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

If I really want to lose weight, I have to stop eating like this!

Mwa-ha-ha!

Late...Yet Again

With all the excitement of me coming home from Logan, packing for the eastward excursion, and Independence Day (and the smorgasbord that it entails), I have an excuse or two for not checking in. And despite all the pigging out I did in the past few days, when I stepped on the scale this morning I had only gained 0.3 pounds since the last weigh-in. Now that puts me up to 286.2 for all you non-math types out there. Again, not too bad considering all the stress. However, that being said, I will be exercising more now that I am at home for a little while. If anybody has any tips for maintaining or even losing while on vacation, I'd be glad to hear your proposals.

Tonight I had a Subway sandwich. Maybe I could do the Jared thing. Nah. They all start tasting the same after a while...like six or seven bites.

It Comes in Threes

Three things: 1) Today I went 8 miles on the bike. 2) I also played basketball for an hour, and not just old, fat man b-ball either. I was moving up and down the court, only stopping here and there. I haven't played like that in ages. Not that I made too many shots, but I made my fair contribution. Unfortunately, I did also strain my calf. But I should be good as new soon. Don't think I'll play tomorrow, though.

3) Now, the thing I'm proudest of tonight, the obstacle that I overcame through sheer willpower--the battle where the willing spirit beat out the weakened natural flesh--was when I had about three dollars worth of change in my car and I drove right past all the drive-thru windows on Main Street. Take that fast food temptation! Man, I'm good.

I...

Rode the bike 7.5 miles. Walked all across campus. Didn't eat a large breakfast or lunch. Sweat to death in class until it was cancelled due to heat exhaustion. And brain exhaustion. And just plain old exhaustion. Proceeded to sweat in the apartment.

Success...Relatively Speaking

The last time I spent time in Logan working non-stop for a degree I gained about 15 pounds. And that was over four weeks. Yuck! I even walked everywhere, and I mean everywhere. See what stress does to me.

This past week (I measured Saturday morning after I got home) I only gained 1.5 pounds (285.9) since my the last time I checked. And I only exercised three times. Not too bad, I think. I only ate out once. Hopefully that's as bad as it gets. We'll see.

Anyone have any stress-relieving tips for someone who sits in class for a grand total of 6 hours ad 45 minutes each day and is expected to do about the same amount of daily homework?

Hey! Hey! Hey!

I'm feeling a bit like my boy, Fat Albert. Love that kid! I've been stressed, really stressed about my doctoral program, and so...I eat.

As a cohort, we went to an all-you-can-eat Brazilian grill tonight. Mmmm....

Now, before you wag your skinny little finger at me, hear that first thing this morning I went and rode the stationary bike for 25 minutes. I took an extra trip across the campus. And then, I ate until I was comfortable, but not over-stuffed. Believe it or not, I, the Pillsbury Dough Boy's body double, walked out of an all-you-can-eat without the need of a wheelbarrow or a cart. I've come a long way from the four (heaping) plate minimum at Chuck-o-rama rule.

Also, there are no available scales for me to use. I'll report back on Saturday when I go home for a couple days.