This past weekend was the end of my temp job at the Highline. I didn’t do as much walking around as the week before and, for the most part, just stood around for 6 hours a day. Getting home tired every night, with my legs and back all sore, I thought it was more than enough exercise. Also, figuring that it was more than sufficient activity I was more lenient with my eating habits this time around. I should have read last week’s entry post to realize that obviously this assessment was wrong.
So I weighed myself today and just lost another 1/2 lb. I’m down to 227 lbs. Losing 15 lbs in 12 weeks isn’t bad at all. Especially, as I’ve said multiple times in the past, since my quota is to lose a pound a week, if you average it all out, I’m still ahead of the bar I set. However, I know in my heart that I have been slacking and need to take this more seriously. Without a current temp job to get in the way, I aim to exercise more regularly this week. Whether, it’s simply walking a lot more or some calisthenics, I need to be more active and continue working on some good habits. That is the aim for this week.
I know this post is a long time coming. I usually write this up on Sunday but as I mentioned before, I was busy working at my temp job and just couldn’t find the time. I even weighted myself a day earlier in hopes of getting this up but it didn’t pan out; hence the reason it’s up now. So back to the point of this post.
I was expecting to be more physically active and hoping for sunnier pastures and this past week did not disappoint. My 6-day gig at The Highline (I’ll be back there for this coming 3-day weekend). involved me standing and walking in the sun roasting away and keeping track of the traffic flow in the new section of the park that opened up. At the end of the day I would reward myself with some Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream and Chips Ahoy cookies. I was well under my calorie count and didn’t think it would be a problem.
Saturday came, and I thought I the results would be good. I mean I have been more active than I have been in some time. I feel lighter than I have in years. Got the old spring in my step. The end result: 227.5 lbs. I only dropped a 1/2 lb!
Ah well, what can you do? A loss is a loss. Some might say, eating all that ice cream and cookies came back to bite me in the ass. I’d like think that the reason I lost so little is that I developed more muscle mass and as well all know muscle is heavier than fat (my body fat ratio read 32%. Does it make me a hypocrite for using that iffy stat to support my claim?).
Regardless, I’m not going to let these meager results get me down. I’m motivated to keep going. But I have to tell you, ice cream is a hard temptation to resist.
This past week was a little mentally stressing for me. Don’t want to bore you with the minutiae of last week but it deals with my toils of podcasting and I do a little rant about it on episode 12 that should post in the next upcoming days (Tuesday, June 7, to be exact). Anyway, because of my frets and worries (first-world worries to be sure. I have nothing on what’s going on in Japan, or Haiti, etc.), I broke down when I went shopping for some groceries and bought some Chips Ahoy cookies.
I know, I know, the last thing I should be doing is getting comfort foods when feeling a bit stressed out and I should actually be exercising more. But that’s what I did. Surprisingly, however, despite my little fall from grace, I was still good with my moderation and only splurged into my snack when my caloric count warranted a little reward. I didn’t let my little stress get too me too much and because of my somewhat good resolve I still manage to lose another 2 lbs in week 10.
I’m now 228 lbs and 185 lbs is only 43 lbs away. It doesn’t seem too implausible a goal anymore. With my new gig working at The Highline park at my old neighborhood of Chelsea, I’ll expect to be even more physically active and just shedding more weight. This past week of doom and gloom is now behind me and I only see sunnier pastures on the horizon.