Guilty

Just before my 90 minute presentation this evening I needed comfort food. So, a double Baconator (from Wendy's), fries and an insanely large Dr. Pepper later, I was chilled enough to deliver. After I got home, I started feeling guilty about all the crap I've shoveled into my body over the past couple weeks. (Yes, now you know why I haven't been posting on here.) Guilt.

And now I'm starting to feel it. You know, that Weird Al Yankovic-wannabe-Michael Jackson-type feeling. No, not this one. This one. Yep. That's me. Not really, but it's a good image for incentive.

And now for the good news! I exercised after I got home. And I'm gonna do it again tomorrow. Just watch me. (No, not literally. That's gross.)

Under Pressure

Cue the not-so-subtle Queen background music.

Stress is not good for me, my figure, or anyone who is around me at the time trying to watch their figures. Lately I've been eating to stay focused, eating to stay awake, eating to stay busy. Not good. I haven't weighed myself for...oh...I don't know...and I'm too lazy to look it up right now. I have been wearing a trial between the table and the fridge in the p.m. hours and a trial between my desk and the faculty room while daylight burns. I'll get back on track, though. I just need to figure out a way to do my seat time for my internship, my field observations, and my writing while riding a bike of snowshoeing or something (not that there's much snow to speak of).

P.S. Celebrating the Oreo's 100th birthday yesterday was not a good idea.

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.