Friday, October 24, 2008
I made a mistake last night. After eating all my calories for the day, I had a beer. Which lowered my inhibitions. Which made me have another beer. Which lowered my inhibitions, which... you get the idea. I ended up drinking eight or nine beers and violating pretty much every weight-loss rule I'm trying to follow by ingesting TONS of carbs and TONS of calories, all right before bed. Great.
I woke up to weigh myself this morning and told myself before stepping onto the scale that I knew I'd have gained a few pounds, but as long as I wasn't up to 170 again, no biggie.
I got on the scale.
And weighed 165.0.
A full 1.2 pounds LESS than yesterday, and more than I'd lost the whole week to date (I had been at 0.8 pounds of loss since Monday, and this rocketed me up to 2 pounds). Man, it's like I can do no wrong or something. Even my mistakes end up lightening me. It's a good feeling... now I just have to make sure not to get TOO cocky and go eat a whole cake or something.
Edit: Also, I think it's kinda funny that I keep accidentally saying/writing my weight as "176" or "175" or whatever (I made that mistake when I was writing this blog post, for instance). The weight has come off so quickly that my mind is still kinda lagging behind, having made the transition from 180-whatever to 170-whatever, but not having quite caught up to the 160s yet.
Edit2: I'm incredibly excited about the next few weeks, because pretty much every pound I lose comes with an exciting landmark.
164 will put me in the "normal" BMI range according to one method.
163 will bring me from "overweight" to just "marginally overweight" on a different, slightly stricter BMI calculator.
161 will mark twenty pounds lost.
159 will be my first sight of the 150s since... wow, I honestly don't remember. I think I was probably a freshman in high school last time I saw that number, so about seven years ago.