Week 40: A Remembrance of Fat Past

It is very useful . . . and inspirational, for me . . . to be able to refer back to the self that I was. Because it's hard for me to see that I've changed much without being able to see who I was "then." So when I found a video of myself exercising on May 5, 2017, I had to take a couple of stills from it--embarrassing though that is. (And believe me, it is superdedooper embarrassing.)

And here's the thing that really kills me. I just went back through my records, and on this day--May 5th, 2017--I weighed 219.2. lbs. In other words, these pictures show a me who had already lost over 50 pounds from my High Fat-Water Mark. My God, how fucking fat WAS I? It boggles my mind, man. 'Cause I am fucking FAT in these pictures, for sure.

But now I look like this:

As God is my witness, I'll never go fat again.

Think I'm going to go do some exercises now. And next time I feel like I don't need to exercise or like I can go ahead and eat that whole bag of tortilla chips, ahmo watch that video. Mmm-hmm.



Week 40: Tuesday, November 7, 2017 
Week Four, Day One Project 180 [1800c] 


Wake-Up Weight: 183.4 lbs.

Breakfast: coffee 20c, ham 98c, almond milk 15c, eggs 180 *, tomatoes 9c, blackberries 43c, 16 oz water
= 365c, 16 oz water

* I tried to make an omelet with almond milk. It didn't work out very well. I think the water content is just too high. Didn't taste bad, but it wasn't very omelet-y. 

Exercise: 5 mile walk with Pat (approximated, as this was a mall walk, but I'm pretty sure I'm low-balling it here), then venisoon after at home stretching--and with the push-up / plank portion, I did a little expansion: 20 push-ups, then one minute plank and break; 5 push-ups, then one minute plank and break; 5 push-ups, then one minute plank and break; 5 push-ups, then one minute plank and done. Thus pushing up from three one minute planks to four, and adding in fifteen non-sequential push-ups. It was definitely difficult, but not terrible. We'll see how it feels tomorrow, though, 'cause that's when that shit really shows up. And then I went for 62 Schwinn minutes, which was actually 63 as I saw I was close to 1400 calories and wanted to do that: 1401c, 20.7m, 19.7mph, 65rpms. And I could mos def feel the fall back to 65rpms today. I just did not have the energy to push all the way. I'm sure a lot of it was due to the fact that I didn't give myself enough recovery time after the mall walk.

Post Schwinn weight: 179.4 lbs. Which was just close enough to my all-time lowest recorded weight of late to give me the energy I needed to keep going and do the HW session, even though my energy was most definitely on the ebb.

And after the HW . . . 179 lbs. Which is great, tied for my best weight EVer (well, you know). But I was so sure I could break into the 178s. Sigh. Maybe mañana. 

Lunch: pretzels 140c, apple 116c, 16 oz water 
156c, 16 oz water

Dinner: 16 oz water, sunflower seeds 100c, cauliflower 37c . . . and then began the drinking. I wanted to see if I could drink and not overeat, so I started drinking before I'd had much to eat, thinking that (1) I would feel the effects sooner and (2) I wouldn't already have a full day's set of calories in before I let go of the reins. And then . . . 2 whiskeys, 1 wine cooler 376c, pretzels 140c, 2 whiskeys, 1 wine cooler 376c, crackers 200c, 3 whiskeys, 1 wine cooler 454c, shrimp rolls 567c, pretzels 140c
= 2390c2911c, 32 oz water
So . . . that didn't work out all that well, did it? If I'd picked up some Diet Dr. Pepper and used that as my paint thinner instead of Mike's Hard Watermelon Lemonade, it would have brought it down consida-bull, though--to 2251 calories. So it's not good, for sure, but it really wasn't as bad on the overeating end of the scale this time around. Next time, right?

0 for 1.


Week 40: Wednesday, November 8, 2017 
Week Four, Day Two Project 180 [1800c] 


Wake-Up Weight: 180.6 lbs.

Breakfast: coffee 30c, banana 105c, sunflower seeds 100c, bran flakes and almond milk 215c, blackberries 21c, pretzels 140c, 16 oz water
= 611c *, 16 oz water

* Which is a lot of early morning calories. Truth to tell, I felt like shit . . . still do, matter of fact . . . and my stomach was really feeling unsettled. Drinking: the gift that keeps on giving. Also truth to tell, I am not built for 7 shots of whiskey and 3 wine coolers. I was only about an inch away from getting sick last night. I even remember (vaguely) thinking, "I need to lie down on my stomach before I fall asleep so that if I puke I won't die like Jimi Hendrix." So there's that.

Lunch: 16 oz water, tomatoes 9c, pretzels 140c, ham 123c, cheese crackers 200c, 16 oz water, coffee 10c
= 482c, 32  oz water
1093c, 48 oz water

granola 170c, coffee 10c

Schwinn 62m, 1318c, 19.97m, 19.3mph, 64rpm--a bit slower today, and for a simple reason: I felt like shit when I started. Waited until later in the day (4:30-ish) to start, as I was feeling even worse this morning. At the end of the exercise session, though, I actually felt pretty good. So another lesson learned, eh? Also did the LWs.

Post-Exercise Weight: 180.6 lbs. Meh. But what can I expect after About Last Night, right?

Dinner: salad 50c, chicken 450c, cauliflower 45c, artichoke hearts 30c, 16 oz water, pretzels 140c
= 715c, 16 oz water
1808c, 64 oz water

So I could have just about made the calorie cut for the day, and I knew that, but I just really felt the need for more, so I are more:

fffudge bar 70c, yogurt 70c, crackers 155c
2103c 

So 0 for 2, sorry to say. But some times it just be like that.




Week 40: Thursday, November 9, 2017 
Week Four, Day Three Project 180 [1800c] 


Wake-Up Weight: 182.6 lbs.

Breakfast: coffee 20c, bran flakes 200c, almond milk 15c, blackberries 43c, 16 oz water
= 278c, 16 oz water

Exercise: Mall walked. At least 5 miles. Probably 6. But my pedometer doesn't do well on translating steps into miles. 

Lunch: salad 13+20+10+20= 63c, toast * and margarine 195c, banana 105c, merengue cookies 90c, coffee 10c, 16 oz water
= 463c, 16 oz water
741c, 32 oz water

Exercise: 62 Schwinn minutes (1342c, 20.13m, 19.4mph, 64rpms) + HWs. Speaking of pedometers, I tried a little experiment whilst biking today. For the first 30 minutes I kept the pedometer in my pocket, as is my usual wont. I checked it (on the fly) at the 30 minute mark and it showed that I had taken 2252 "steps." Then for the next 30 minutes I held the pedometer in my hand. When I checked at the end of those 30 minutes, the pedometer showed that I had taken 4,090 steps. So that's kind of a big deal, ennit? It corroborates what I thought was true, but I didn't think it was going to be that true. It's not very comfortable to hold that thing in my hand while I'm gripping the handlebars, but I definitely need to find a way to do that. I mean . . . that's a really big difference. 1,838 steps's worth of difference. And since I do this every day, that's a difference of almost 13,000 steps in the course of a week. Oh, wait . .  . it's more than that, isn't it? Because if I'd done the whole one hour, the Pocket Total would have been 4,504, but the In The Hand Total would have been 8,180 steps, for a difference of 3,676 steps per session, or a difference of 25,732 steps in the course of a week. That is pretty fuckin' major. As in adds up in points which translates into money via to GO365 website. Yep, definitely going to be holding that thing in my hand every time here on out--unless I find a better way to 'er done.

Dinner: salad 110c, soup 260c, fake meat 70c **, tomatoes 9c, crackers 140c, 16 oz water, bread 80c 
669c, 16 oz water
1410c, 48 oz water

* I bought Ezekiel Bread. The tipping point was when I did the math and discovered that it was actually cheaper on a per pound basis than my much loved Trader Joe's Sprouted Grain Bread. And? Oh, man, this bread is so fuckin' good. I never thought there'd be a day when I was happy to pay $4+ for a loaf of bread . . . but lookee there (oh lookee there) . . . that day is here, baby.

** I do love that Trader Joe Pea Soup, yes I do. And it is low in calories and high in fiber, for sure. But it just needs a little more oomph. That's why I prefer the lentil soup, but there was none to be had on the shelves of TJ today. So I put some Morning Star Grillers Crumbles "meat" into the soup . . . and it made quite a difference. Good shit, man. I had forgotten how much I enjoy those Crumbles. Mmm-hmmm.

390 calories to go . . . 16 oz of water to go. 

apple 125c, pretzels 140c, 16 oz water, jello 5c

1680c, 64 oz water (120 to go)
yogurt 70c, merengue cookies 45c
1795c, 64 oz water

1 for 3. Fat Free at last, Fat Free at last.



Week 40: Friday, November 10, 2017 
Week Four, Day Four Project 180 [1800c] 


Wake-Up Weight: 182.4 lbs.

Breakfast: Bran cereal 200c, almond milk 15c, blackberries 22c, coffee 20c, banana 105c, 16 oz water
= 362c, 16 oz water

Well . . . it's like this. Things were going well. I'd had a light breakfast. I took the kids to their things. I went for a walk in the park. It was really cold (low 30s), so I only got in four miles, but still, not bad. But when I went to pick Joe up from his job at McAlister's, I thought, "I'm really hungry. I should buy a sandwich and eat lunch with Joe today." And then I talked myself out of it. "Too many calories. I can just wait until we get home." And those sandwiches did have a lot of calories. The Big Nasty has 740, for instance. A Reuben has 900. So it seemed like a good decision.

But I don't think it was. I think that one of the things that I haven't learned about dieting is that there are times when your body is telling you, "I'm not just hungry, I'm deprived. You need to take care of this . . . or I will fuck you up."

I ignored the plea. We went to the comic book store. And then we went home. And then my body got its revenge. I started with an egg sandwich. It wasn't enough. And it seemed like the more I ate, the hungrier I got . . . and the less I cared about my diet.

And so I finally--albeit too late--got the message and said, "That's it for the day so far as keeping track is concerned. I'm just going to eat what I want to eat." That usually only happens when I'm inebriated. 

And it wasn't a food apocalypse, but I did eat my fill. Had a salad and some chicken for dinner, and at the end of the meal I actually felt full. I can't even tell you the last time that I felt full.

So no regerts so far as that goes. I'll pay for it, but I've got some money in the bank, sand I'm not worried. And tomorrow I'll get back on the diet train. With a lesson learned.




Week 40: Saturday, November 11, 2017 
Week Four, Day Five Project 180 [1800c] 


Wake-Up Weight: 185 lbs

Breakfast: coffee 20c, 67g tomatoes 12c, bread 160c, egg 90c, water 16 oz
= 282c, 16 oz water

Exercise: stretching +20/5/5/5 push-ups and 1/1/1/1 planks + 62 Schwinn minutes (1303c, 20.00m, 19.1mph, 63rpms--didn't really try to push it, and it seems like that always show in the rpms . . . but I'm okay with that) + LWs. 

Post exercise and shower weight: 182.8 lbs.

Lunch: coffee 10c, merengue cookies 90c, toast and margarine 195c, granola bar 170c, 16 oz water
= 465c, 16 oz water
747c, 32 oz water

Dinner: yogurt 70c, crackers 140c, beef 170c, 16 oz water, salad 110c. spaghetti 200c, 188g cauliflower 47c, soup 240c, 16 oz water, pretzels 140c 
1117c, 32 oz water
1864c, 64 oz waterSo still only 1 for 5 this week. That's not very good.

SPECIAL BULLETIN / BREAKING NEWS / WE INTERRUPT OUR PREVIOUSLY SCHEDULED BLOG POST FOR THIS ANNOUNCEMENT:

This is not an Existential Crisis, nor am I in any way attempting to imply that it is one whilst seeming to refute that via overt statement to the contrary (as "clever" politicians--and writers who use quotation marks--so often do). It is just a moment of Small Crisis. A moment of doubt which carries in its wake the urge to examine my motivations determinations, and will. Which is pretty much par for the course for me, I've come to see. I have a very hard time letting my thoughts pass by. I feel the need to pluck them from the stream, dry them off, and give them a thorough examination--along the lines of a particularly enthusiastic proctologist. It's not even the first Small Crisis of this nature. But it's the first which has given me pause sufficient to require deeper reflection via written discourse. 

So this.


The short version: I am near the end of my 40th week of a diet and exercise regimen which has taken me from 260 pounds to 185 pounds, from a Type II Diabetes to no diagnosis and no blood sugar regulation medicine, from high to normal cholesterol, from 42 inch waist pants to 32, and from a Health Age of 69 at age 55 to a Health Age of 58 at age 60. And I am grateful that I've been able to do this, I feel good about what I have done, and do not ever want to go back to being obese. But several times during my 40 weeks of dieting I've "cheated" on my diet. Often under the influence of alcohol. But for the past two days I've "cheated" for a simpler reason, a reason that is to some extent inchoate, though I could explain it as simply this: I was hungry. 

But it's more than that, too. 

According to an online dictionary, the word diet comes to us from the Greek diaita, which means a way of living (as well as our usual understanding of the term as a part of a regimen for the health). This word also came through the Latin diaitan, which is a verb meaning to lead, govern, or arbitrate one's life. And there's the rub of it. Because at the heart of it all, to diet means to forgo your own will . . . especially your own pleasure . . . in order to achieve the goal of a healthier life. And I think it's obvious that most--and possibly all--human beings do not like to forgo their own wills, do not like to be lead or governed. Hence submission to a regimen . . . even a self-imposed one . . . goes against the grain. And I suppose that one can reliably predict that at some point, the person who is attempting to submit to an imposed rule or regimen will, to use the philosophical term, Goeith Offeth the Reservationeth. 

And now I'm just thinking about where this all ends. For the nonce, I have taken my bathroom scale from its place of honor in front of my sink (where I couldn't avoid it) and placed it on the step-up edge of my shower. I plan to not use it for at least a little while. And I have pushed aside my kitchen scale, determined not to weigh any of my food. I don't plan on eating abundant amounts of things that I have been avoiding for the past 40 weeks, but I also plan on eating when I get hungry.

Although that said, I also have started thinking about doing an occasional fast, just to see how that goes. 

Nothing wise to say about that, I suppose. Just going to see how it goes. Needless to say, the daily diary of eats is going to disappear for awhile. Again.

Week 40: Sunday, November 12, 2017
Exercise: I had a really hard time doing the 20 push-ups today--not as hard for the 5/5/5. Concluded that I was probably getting sick, and didn't end up doing any of the weight exercises, but still did the bike.  Schwinn 62:41: 1302c, 19.97m, 19.1mph, 63rpms; also, pedometer in hand shows 7,980 steps, 4.54m, 429.1c I think this shows that holding the pedometer in my hand gives a pretty accurate step read (whereas in the pocket does not)--though it's not very comfortable to do, and I haven't yet figured out a way to get the same result without holding it in my cupped hand as I grasp the handlebar.


Week 40: Monday, November 13, 2017
Exercise: Not so hard of a time with the push-ups this morning, so maybe I was just worn out yesterday. Hard to tell. Anyway, I decided to Schwinn early this morning (10:00-ish) and I decided I was going to push it a bit to see if I could get over the >65rpms thing which seems to be happening lately. And our survey says . . .

62:33 minutes, 1452c, 20.97m, 20.1mph, and (brrrrrmpp) 67rpms. So yes to the dress, indeed. And I felt pretty good at the end of it all, so I decided to go for the weights. And I was a little bit reluctant, as I didn't do weights yesterday at all, and I almost talked myself into doing the LWs, but I ended up going HW, and it was fine. In fact, it actually felt good.

Have to admit that I was seriously tempted to do a weigh-in after I'd finished exercising and showering, especially as I'd sweated quite a bit and thought that results would make me feel good, but I resisted the impulse. I just want to step away from that shit for a little while. And speaking of stepping away, I've also done an impromptu fast for the first part of the day--it's 1:00 pm and I've only had two cups of coffee and 16 ounces of water. And I actually feel pretty good. Going to have another cup of coffee in a minute, but I think I'll see if I can go at least another hour or so without eating anything. Just 'cause. Although, as I think I intimated up above (but don't remember for sure), I think incorporating a Fast Day into my regular program might be a good idea.



Week 41: Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Exercise: Schwinn 62:16m, 1,353c, 20.25m, 19.5mph, 65rpms. Pedometer recorded 8,017 step, so looking good on that count. Also did LWs, no problem.


Week 41: Wednesday, November 15, 2017  

Exercise: Stretching (with push-up / planks 20/5/5/5), Schwinn 62:43 . . . and this time out I decided fuck the "hard minutes" and (because) fuck watching the clock constantly, so the numbers came out a little light--1301c, 19.99m, 19.1mph, and 63rpms . . . but I think I felt better than I usually feel when I'm finished, too. So maybe this should at least be a once in awhile thing. Then did HWs, and felt inspired so when I got to the 20 lb dumbbell presses I did 15 instead of my normal 12. It was hard. I definitely could have done at least another one or two, maybe more. But I don't know if I'm ready to push that hard at the very end of an hour and a half exercise session. We'll see what happens.

And after all of that and after a shower, I decided to step on the scale for the first time since my little implosion. And the scale said 186.2 lbs. Which isn't terrible, but keeping in mind that that is a post-exercise weight . . . wherein I hit as low as 179 lbs . . . and it's certainly not good, either. So I haven't decided what I'm going to do about that yet. I'm not going to go back to weighing my food yet, though. But I did leave the scale sitting out. Again, we'll see what happens.

Week 41: Thursday, November 16, 2017

Mall walked . . . 4 or 5 miles. Maybe 6. Schwinn 62 minutes.

Week 41: Friday, November 17, 2017

Walked . . . not sure how far. Schwinn 62 minutes. 30 twists.


Week 41: Saturday, November 18, 2017

Schwinn 62 ,LWs. Added 8/8/8 to 1 minute planks and 15/15/15 concentration curls at end.

Week 41: Sunday, November 19, 2017

Schwinn 62 + HWs

Week 41: Monday, November 20, 2017

I cannot tell a lie. Between subbing for my daughter's CLS worker and having a visit from my #1son and his wife, it was literally 6:30 pm before I had a minute to and for myself, and I hadn't eaten since breakfast. So it was a nada day.

Week 42: Tuesday, November 21, 2017

And I started feeling it last night--that tightening of the muscles which precedes pain. I was going to do some stretching, just to relieve the tension a bit, but ended up not. So it was quite the relief to get back to business this morning. That business being: stretching + 20 push-ups / 1 minute plan, 8 push-ups / 1 minute plan X 3, LWs + 15/15/15 concentration curls with the 15 lb dumbbells, and 62 Schwinn minutes. That's good enough for me. 


Week 42: Wednesday, November 22, 2017


Big exercise day. Mall-Walked 7 miles + with Pat and was feeling very tired out when I got home and was thinking that that might have to be it for the day, but my legs were kind of throbbing in a way that I knew it would be better if I did a little stretching, so after relaxing for a few hours I did that, and then I thought it wouldn't hurt to do the rest of my warm up exercises, including the push-ups and planks, and that felt pretty good so I thought I'd go ahead and do the HW routine, but might as well do a few minutes on the Schwinn first, and the first fourteen minutes of that felt so good that I went ahead and did a fast minute, and that felt good so I did another 14, then another fast, then another 14, and then another fast, and then figured I might as well finish it up and did, then did the HWs. So I spent something like 3 1/2 hours of the day exercising. And that doesn't include the 30 minutes I spent plunging my kitchen sink, which was pretty heavy exercise, too. My pedometer reading for the day was 25,120, which is a big number. In fact, I just checked on all of my old pedometer reports, and I've only exceeded that number of steps once: Friday, September 29 = 

27,184 steps . . . and that was the first full day that Jacqueline and Joe and I spent in New York City, wherein we walked our asses off. So there's that. I was also folding some laundry this morning and came up with a shirt that Joe had worn a couple of years ago which I was going to donate because there's no way he could wear it now, it being a medium, and just for giggles I tried it on. And it was a little snug, but

not ridiculous. Which made me happy. Especially so as I've not been counting my calories or, for that matter, restricting my appetite at all, for the past two weeks. I haven't been going shit ass crazy, either, but I have been having a few drinks here and there and have been having some snacks . . . real snacks, like chocolate and Cheetos and shit that is really not good for you, as well as other stuff . . . and it hasn't seemed to hurt me. I haven't been religious about weighing myself, but when I do check it I am still hovering around the 185 pound mark. Not what I'd originally intended, as I was pretty set on 180 as my goal, but for now I don't really care about that. I think that I'm doing enough exercise that I can just kind of wing it. I still eat pretty healthy for the most part, and I am conscious of eating vegetables and getting s good portion of fiber into my diet, and that seems to be working out. I might shift back into high gear at some point, but for now I really need to just lean into this. You can only take so much discipline, I guess. Or at least that's true for me. Of course, I can see how that might also lead to putting the pounds back on, and I really do not want to go there. So I'll keep an eye on the sparrow if the going gets away from narrow. 



Week 42: Thursday, November 23, 2017

Oh, yeah. Happy Thanksgiving Day.

Mmm-hmmm.

Had to exercise early today to accommodate the feasting, and I was a little late last night, so it wasn't the easiest shot. But I managed to get 62 Schwinn minutes and the LWs in, so it's all good.

According to my pedometer, I burned 442.9 calories and did 8,246 steps. (Of course, according to the Schwinn readout I burned 1300 calories, which I like a lot more, but which is pretty freakin' unlikely.)


Week 42: Friday, November 24, 2017

Well, yesterday WAS Thanksgiving . . . and while I can't claim that Tryptophan Hangover has affected me (since I didn't eat much turkey), I surely was tired (the cat woke me up several times) and sluggish, and I also didn't have a moment to myself until 5:30 p.m., so I was seriously considering skipping the Schwinn bit for the day. 
But then I decided to soldier on, and it was okay. A little on the slow side, but not terrible. And I actually expanded on the push-up portion of my push-up plank exercises, going to 20 p-u, 1 minute per usual, but then followed with three sets of 10 push-ups and 1 minute of plank. I don't think I'd have been able to do that all that long ago. So I'm now up to a total of 50 push-ups and four minutes of planks.

Didn't do the weights after the 62 Schwinn minutes, though. Cause I was hangry. 



Week 42: Saturday, November 25, 2017


Two weeks off of the Rez as of today. I did a morning weigh-in (post breakfast) and the scales said 190.4 lbs. Which is definitely not where I was hoping to be at this time, but given the facts that (1) it's just a little over a day out from Thanksgiving, and, yes, I did eat extra, and (2) it's been two weeks since I tracked my calories, I didn't think it was too horrifying. Which also means that I am not yet inspired to go back to counting calories . . . or, for that matter, even thinking all that much about it. But I am committed to exercising today, and that starts with hitting the mall at 8 a.m. with Pat, so that's where I'm off to right now.

Exercise: And I think I've been pretty seriously underestimating the length of these Mall Walks. For one thing, I think I've finally gotten my pedometer properly adjusted to my stride length. And it showed that we had walked over six miles today. For another thing, I found a thing on the internet that said that the St. Matthews Mall was a 1.2 mile perimeter walk . . . which would just about jive with our five laps this morning being six miles, wouldn't it? So there's that.

As always, I felt pretty weary after our walk. Funny how I can ride the shit out of that bike AND do weights and not feel tired, but a walk will always make me tired. And sore, too. On the bright side, I wasn't even physically capable of walking like this a year ago, so it's nice to see that I've come a-ways there.

More Exercise: Hit the bike pretty hard today (62 minutes, 1372 "calories burned") and did most of the HW, but my back was really hurting when I went to do the leg lifts, so I called a halt to that and the sit-ups . . . and didn't get to the bench presses, either. But a pretty good work out day all in all. My post exercise weight was 187.8 lbs, though, and that is most definitely not good, so I may have to start counting again soon. But not quite yet. We'll see where that post-exercise weight goes in the next week before resorting to that drastic measure.

Week 42: Sunday, November 26, 2017


Schwinn 62 minutes, but took it kind of easy as I was at it before noon and had been post 5 am yesterday, so not a lot of recovery time. But I wanted to get it in. So a mere 61rpm average, but still showing -1205 calories (pedometer says 406.5 . . . still a pretty respectable workout . . . and 7,560 "steps," so here I come, Amazon Gift Card). Also did the balance of the HW from yesterday--bench press, leg lifts, and sit-ups. Figured that was about enough of that and left it there, though. My back is a little bit sore . . . like used Ben Gay sore . . . and I don't want to push it too hard. Did a post exercise weigh in and it was just a little under 187, so mos def not great, but I'm not feeling compelled to make any changes just yet. Maybe mañana. (Probably not, though.)


Week 42: Monday, November 27, 2017

Exercise: 5 mile walk in the Mall--Oxmoor this time, which is quite a bit smaller and not nearly so pleasant, so that'll be the last time there. [Sports Science Details: According to the pedometer, 12:23 to 12:39 = 16 minutes = lap one, 1:52 finish time = 1:29 total, 1401 steps lap one,  9604 finish, .86 miles per lap, 5.91 total, 
441.1 calories burned.]


Schwinn 62 minutes, LWs. Post exercise weight: 188.2 lbs. As in 9.2 lbs higher than my best post-exercise weight. Which is unacceptable. Which leads me to this:


On Backsliding:

I am guilty of dereliction of my dieting duty. It's been a little over two weeks since I counted calories. And it's worse than that, because I have also allowed myself to overindulge, to eat things that I know aren't good for me (candy bars, pop tarts, cookies, marshmellows . . .  all of that good kind of shit), and to drink more than a little bit of whiskey and beer. I have remained steadfast in my exercising, so I'm at least happy about that, but the fact that my last post exercise weigh in was 188.2 pounds is not pleasing to me at all. So I guess I'm going to do something about it.

Before I go full bore food scale on my ass, though, I'm going to just try to exercise a modicum of restraint for a few days and see if that makes a difference. If it doesn't, it's back onto the fuckin' wagon, man. Details as they happen.


Week 43: Tuesday, November 28, 2017


Exercise: Didn't get to do a Mall Walk today, which I probably should've and definitely could've done, but I did hit the Schwinn bike pretty hard: 62:36 for 1402 calories and and average of 66rpms. Also did HWs. 

Did a post exercise weight and it showed 185.8 lbs. Not great, but better than yesterday, for sure. 


Week 43: Wednesday, November 29, 2017 



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Lowest Weight Recorded To Date: 184 182.8 182  180.6 179.6 179 lbs (which was a post-exercise weight).