When I started this whole blogging initiative 5 months ago, I promised myself a few things. I swore that I would keep track of absolutely everything that I ate, and I promised that I would hop on the scale on a weekly basis.
From time to time, especially in recent weeks, I've neglected my food journal. I don't even have legit excuses. I mean, it's always with me. I've carried it around in my man bag religiously since day 1. Heck, I've actually run out of pages!! I've flipped it over and have started keeping track going in reverse.
DIGRESSION ALERT: Anyway, so the second promise. Weekly endeavors with the scale. Besides a single 2 week stretch for travel back in February, I've succumbed my emotional psyche to weekly weigh ins. Not all have been great, but not all have been horrible.
The point is, NO MATTER how much of a failure I act like each week, I still owe it to us to track my progress. We'll never get anywhere by cheating ourselves.
So again, as promised, a Tuesday morning date with the scale. I was prepared for ANYTHING....ANYTHING....but this:
192.6
I absolutely cannot believe it, but I am down another 1.2 pounds this week!!! My 17 week total is now up to 27.4. I'm really making progress. The grin on my face right now, even half a day later, is ear to ear.
I'm not too sure what this success can be attributed to. Everything that I've described to you in my last two posts is true. I had a challenging week, I swear!!
Our bodies are truly magnificent. It's truly amazing to watch them work. The first few weeks of a diet are KILLER. It's as if our bodies DON'T want us to lose weight. It wants to be FED!!! And now look....I've been on such a great roll lately that its almost as if my body is now working in my favor. 17 weeks in now, and I feel as if it's finally on my side....
Motivation, drive, honesty, determination....all of these things have to come from within. Weight loss doesn't magically happen. But I'll tell you what....external factors like clothes fitting better, and positive 'meet and greets' with the scale sure GO A LONG WAY!!
I really wish that I could share with all of you...how I feel...RIGHT NOW.
BK out
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
The Scale is Always Right?? - Weigh in #16
There's really no OFF button on the Genius machine.
My brain is constantly churning with possible topics, ideas, and fun information for my blog.
Last night and into this morning, I was preparing myself mentally to either maintain, or rise slightly in critical mass. Ideas, sentences, and paragraph structure were being mulled. How should BK explain a weight gain, AND try to incorporate a positive spin?
I'll tell ya, I had some good stuff planned!! I'm talking deep, soul searching, tree hugging, 'everything's gonna be alright' type stuff. I was actually looking forward to it!
I'm going to sound like a broken record here, I know it. So I nervously stepped up onto the scale this morning, and this was the fine, fine number that was smiling back at me:
193.8
I'm down another 2.3 pounds! 26.2 total pounds lost! You HAVE GOT to be kidding me! Impossible. I swear the scale is lying to me. It can't be right. Lies!
On Monday evening (while catching up on Gossip Girl) I flipped through the pages of my food journal. Last week was a disaster, friends. I honestly feel like I've let myself down. Gloom and doom!
I didn't even record a single entry for Friday and Saturday! What a jerk!
The only logical explanation that comes to mind is that over these 4 months, my body and mind have just carved out healthy eating habits. That is the only possible explanation for this. My body is conditioned to win!
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Lots 'o stuff going on this week! Plenty of opportunities to falter. I'm really going to have to make the best of my downtime to eat well and sneak in a workout.
Wednesday I'm attending a rock and roll show at the local House of Blues, Friday is my boy DG's 30th birthday blowout extravaganza, and Saturday I have a playoff football game to participate in, as well as the Tribe v. the Reds at night!!! Whew!!
There is no way I make it out of this week alive. No chance at weight loss this week. I'm going to set all of our expectations right now. My goal is to maintain...
Ooooh, oooooh. If I haven't already mentioned it, my freakin Health Club is CLOSED ALL WEEK! What the hell am I supposed to do now? It's been gloomy in CLE since Sunday, and the outlook for the week is more of the same!! I had to run in the rain last night! Yuck.
Anyway, so this is my latest in a series of challenges. Wish me luck.
BK out
My brain is constantly churning with possible topics, ideas, and fun information for my blog.
Last night and into this morning, I was preparing myself mentally to either maintain, or rise slightly in critical mass. Ideas, sentences, and paragraph structure were being mulled. How should BK explain a weight gain, AND try to incorporate a positive spin?
I'll tell ya, I had some good stuff planned!! I'm talking deep, soul searching, tree hugging, 'everything's gonna be alright' type stuff. I was actually looking forward to it!
I'm going to sound like a broken record here, I know it. So I nervously stepped up onto the scale this morning, and this was the fine, fine number that was smiling back at me:
193.8
I'm down another 2.3 pounds! 26.2 total pounds lost! You HAVE GOT to be kidding me! Impossible. I swear the scale is lying to me. It can't be right. Lies!
On Monday evening (while catching up on Gossip Girl) I flipped through the pages of my food journal. Last week was a disaster, friends. I honestly feel like I've let myself down. Gloom and doom!
I didn't even record a single entry for Friday and Saturday! What a jerk!
The only logical explanation that comes to mind is that over these 4 months, my body and mind have just carved out healthy eating habits. That is the only possible explanation for this. My body is conditioned to win!
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Lots 'o stuff going on this week! Plenty of opportunities to falter. I'm really going to have to make the best of my downtime to eat well and sneak in a workout.
Wednesday I'm attending a rock and roll show at the local House of Blues, Friday is my boy DG's 30th birthday blowout extravaganza, and Saturday I have a playoff football game to participate in, as well as the Tribe v. the Reds at night!!! Whew!!
There is no way I make it out of this week alive. No chance at weight loss this week. I'm going to set all of our expectations right now. My goal is to maintain...
Ooooh, oooooh. If I haven't already mentioned it, my freakin Health Club is CLOSED ALL WEEK! What the hell am I supposed to do now? It's been gloomy in CLE since Sunday, and the outlook for the week is more of the same!! I had to run in the rain last night! Yuck.
Anyway, so this is my latest in a series of challenges. Wish me luck.
BK out
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Do You Believe in Miracles? - Weigh In #15
I don't want to start sounding like a broken record. That is truly my fear.
However, I HONESTLY thought I had a very average week. Food/drink consumption wise, I was not where I wanted to be, and I really only hit the gym like, ONCE!!! (I did have that 5K thing on Wednesday).
My date with the scale this morning was NOT highly anticipated.
So I step on the scale. As the milliseconds pass, I hear the famous sports announcer/personality Al Michaels in the back of my head. You know Al Michaels....he became infamous with his 1980 USA Olympic Ice Hockey coverage.
With only a few seconds left in the USA's semifinal match against the HIGHLY FAVORED Soviet Union, and the with US up by a goal, Al belts out one of the most familiar phrases of all time:
"Do You Believe in Miracles??? YES!!!!!"
Haha. That's how I felt this morning, circa 7:20 am EST.
After what felt like 30 seconds of processing time, the scale displayed the following:
196.1
Wheeeeeew!! Did you just hear that?? I sighed....again.
I'm down 3 more lbs from last week, bringing my total up to roughly 24 pounds lost since mid January. Truly a miracle.
How can this be? Last night I was flipping through my food journal from last week. As the pages turned, I grew more and more uncomfortable. I really did an AWFUL job of logging what I ate last week. Just disappointing.
What I CAN clue you into is this. I've become a bit of a psycho on the day before my weigh ins. It's ok though...soemtimes you just have to take things to the next level.
Don't freak out, I can't have anyone freakin out around here....but here's what I ate yesterday, Monday the 10th:
Wheeeee!! 715 Calories, aaaand a trip to the gym...
Ok, ok. I know. I don't recommend trying this at home. What I can say is this; desperate times call for desperate measures.
Maaan. I'm hungry.
BK out
However, I HONESTLY thought I had a very average week. Food/drink consumption wise, I was not where I wanted to be, and I really only hit the gym like, ONCE!!! (I did have that 5K thing on Wednesday).
My date with the scale this morning was NOT highly anticipated.
So I step on the scale. As the milliseconds pass, I hear the famous sports announcer/personality Al Michaels in the back of my head. You know Al Michaels....he became infamous with his 1980 USA Olympic Ice Hockey coverage.
With only a few seconds left in the USA's semifinal match against the HIGHLY FAVORED Soviet Union, and the with US up by a goal, Al belts out one of the most familiar phrases of all time:
"Do You Believe in Miracles??? YES!!!!!"
Haha. That's how I felt this morning, circa 7:20 am EST.
After what felt like 30 seconds of processing time, the scale displayed the following:
196.1
Wheeeeeew!! Did you just hear that?? I sighed....again.
I'm down 3 more lbs from last week, bringing my total up to roughly 24 pounds lost since mid January. Truly a miracle.
How can this be? Last night I was flipping through my food journal from last week. As the pages turned, I grew more and more uncomfortable. I really did an AWFUL job of logging what I ate last week. Just disappointing.
What I CAN clue you into is this. I've become a bit of a psycho on the day before my weigh ins. It's ok though...soemtimes you just have to take things to the next level.
Don't freak out, I can't have anyone freakin out around here....but here's what I ate yesterday, Monday the 10th:
Wheeeee!! 715 Calories, aaaand a trip to the gym...
Ok, ok. I know. I don't recommend trying this at home. What I can say is this; desperate times call for desperate measures.
Maaan. I'm hungry.
BK out
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