posted April 02, 2011
**HAIL MARY WEIGH-IN DEFINED
It's that weigh-in where I've eaten too much, not exercised enough, usually not slept all that well. Sometimes, like this week, the midweek points to either no loss or a gain. Yet the scale does something totally unexpected.
My weigh this morning was the exact same as the last HM.
This week I was out and about all week. Midweek had me up by about a pound and a half. I ate out every day this week except Thursday. Sometimes twice a day.
Yesterday was the most stressful of them all and most awkward logistically. Seeing as my goose was pretty much cooked (*) weigh-in-wise, I decided "what the heck". Let's see if we can hit 205!!
I got an order of the general's chicken from the local take out place before getting home, went out grabbed a slice of pizza (**) an hour later, and washed it down with a ginger-ale.
It wasn't a question of whether I would be back over 200, it was a question of how much. The scale had a different slant.
**THE PREVIOUS NUMBERS
08.31: (198.4@22) Below 200!!!!
09.07: (198.6@22) Most worthless weigh-in ever
09.14: (199.0@22) Back abov.......wait a minute. What?
I'm probably the only person on the planet that is wondering whether his scale is broken because I expected a higher number (***)
I've kind of promised this to my sparkfriends. When the summer fruits started going out of season, I would start really striving toward detox mode for beating the sugar addiction. While there are still a fair amount of peaches, strawberries, etc. at my local store, there are far less organic offerings.
Over the next week, I plan to eat a lot of the foods that knocked my sugar cravings to about 400 and then start whittling even further. By early November, I hope to be really close to or at a full detox.
the pair of dark grey jeans that has traditionally fit me best when at 210-215 has officially been relegated to the fat pants pile. They fit awfully.
Next week, I plan to be really close to 195, if not there.
- TD Out!
(*) I don't know. Who DOES still use that term. See? I can read your mind.
(**) At the place who cuts large pizzas into 4 quarters and calls each a slice
(***) Don't hate him because he's beautiful.