Official weigh-in at 230.4.Two week loss of 2.2 pounds.
This quarter loss of 6.0 pounds.
Challenge loss total of 31.6 pounds.
Challenge loss total of 31.6 pounds.
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Sunday, July 5, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
May 25 -- Week 20 Weigh-in
Official weigh-in at 236.6.
Two week gain of 1.4 pounds.
This quarter gain of 1.6 pounds.
This quarter gain of 1.6 pounds.
Challenge loss total of 24.o pounds.
Monday, May 18, 2009
May 11 -- Week 18 Weigh-in
Official weigh-in at 236.6.
Two week loss of 3.8 pounds.
Two week loss of 3.8 pounds.
This quarter gain of .2 pounds.
Challenge loss total of 25.4 pounds.
Challenge loss total of 25.4 pounds.
Monday, April 6, 2009
April 6 -- 240.4 pounds -- A Crossroads
I knew I had not exhibited healthy behavior last week, nor had I made healthy choices. In fact, in the parlance of "The Slight Edge," I have spent the week (two weeks really) compounding slight errors in judgement.
But, when I timidly stepped on the scales this morning, I was still surprised to see the number that flashed at me--240.4.
Two weeks of reckless abandon of my caloric intake has caught up to me. The result, I am five (5.4) pounds heavier than my Challenge low (March 16's weigh-in of 235.0). I realize that this can be viewed as a little amount. But if I go back to my goal of two pounds a week lost, then I am looking at three weeks, just to get back to where I was two weeks ago. That is five weeks lost time.
My first crossroads came in my initial decision this morning. When I saw the weight, I had choices, and several went through my mind. But they all boiled down to the same choice I have in every decision. Again, in "The Slight Edge" parlance, my choices were--a simple act of discipline, or a simple error in judgement. Specifically I could accept my errors in judgement as proof of my obese destiny, or use them as a spring board for renewed vigor and vigilance for the new me--the 192 me. I chose the later!
With literally hundreds of small choices between my waking up and this afternoon's post, I've had the same choices each time. In each, I've chosen the success curve with simple acts (tiny, seemingly insignificant acts) of discipline. Bringing me to my next major crossroads decision--accelerate or not. How really doesn't matter right now; one decision at a time. I chose the simple act of discipline, and have decided to try to accelerate my weight loss to 'recapture' lost results.
I will win, I am 192.
But, when I timidly stepped on the scales this morning, I was still surprised to see the number that flashed at me--240.4.
Two weeks of reckless abandon of my caloric intake has caught up to me. The result, I am five (5.4) pounds heavier than my Challenge low (March 16's weigh-in of 235.0). I realize that this can be viewed as a little amount. But if I go back to my goal of two pounds a week lost, then I am looking at three weeks, just to get back to where I was two weeks ago. That is five weeks lost time.
My first crossroads came in my initial decision this morning. When I saw the weight, I had choices, and several went through my mind. But they all boiled down to the same choice I have in every decision. Again, in "The Slight Edge" parlance, my choices were--a simple act of discipline, or a simple error in judgement. Specifically I could accept my errors in judgement as proof of my obese destiny, or use them as a spring board for renewed vigor and vigilance for the new me--the 192 me. I chose the later!
With literally hundreds of small choices between my waking up and this afternoon's post, I've had the same choices each time. In each, I've chosen the success curve with simple acts (tiny, seemingly insignificant acts) of discipline. Bringing me to my next major crossroads decision--accelerate or not. How really doesn't matter right now; one decision at a time. I chose the simple act of discipline, and have decided to try to accelerate my weight loss to 'recapture' lost results.
I will win, I am 192.
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