First, really quickly, I've responded to all comments on my last entry so if you had a remark, check back. And yes, I'm feeling much better now on the sniffledy-sneezy front. Whew.
Now on to the main event.
Starting Weight: 166
Week 1 Weight: 162
Week 2 Weight: 159.75
Week 3 Weight: 158
Week 4 Weight: 156*
Week 5 Weight: 156
Week 6 Weight: 157
Week 7 Weight: 156
Week 8 Weight: 156
Week 9 Weight: 154
Nope, don't know how I did it. Perhaps the Caloric Expenditure Gods realized they owed me and decided to pay up?
What I do know is that, in spite of sticking at the same weight for weeks and weeks and weeks, I did not give up. And for me, that's huge. Time was, after careful eating netted me zero results for a couple of weeks, I'd throw my hands in the air, say "What's the use?" and suck down a bag of potato chips, block of cheese, and anything else that happened to be within reach.
This time, I just kept on eating carefully. I mixed things up again a bit with my food choices, but kept within the same calorie range. And I started exercising again -- I got in a whopping 105 minutes last weekend (Friday, Saturday, and Sunday for 35 minutes each) at a light intensity per my orthopedist. I was pretty psyched by that, but...
Then I was derailed from the exercise with my "no fever but holy crap I feel like shit" illness. And with that, I missed two days of work. And clearly, there was no exercise. So I'm at a loss. Who knows, maybe the two days of complete food weirdness did it for me. I ate within range those days as well, but my food choices were very different than they are on actual work days, or even on weekend days when the boys are home.
Shoot, I almost didn't even get to weigh in this week. I woke up on Thursday morning at 5:00 a.m., still feeling like garbage. Pretty sure I was going to have to stay home again. I finally pried myself out of bed and went to get the boys up and ready for school, and while I was getting them moving a sudden rush of "get your butt dressed and to the office" came over me. So I grabbed ahold of it.
And that's how I ended up on my mother's scale at 7:40 a.m. on Thursday, fist-pumping and croaking out "YES!!!!"
Now I just have to reacquaint myself with my treadmill today. Again. Damn you, inertia!!!
In other news, note to the Elder: your mother knows what she's talking about when you ask her questions about Michael Jackson. Yes, Thriller and Billie Jean came out on the same album, so M.J. was the same age in those two videos. Yes, they did. Yes he was. He was!
And yes, we really did argue about this. Because I'm twelve.
March 27th, 2017 Most Things
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