This time around I behaved, ate what I was supposed to and even exercised for a change. But alas, this time on the scale sees me 2 pounds heavier. Either my bad eating from weeks before caught up with me or once again, because I started working out I’m gaining muscle mass. It could also be a bit of both.
Regardless, I don’t feel bad about this turn of events. I feel lighter than I have in some time. I definitely feel more energetic and all my clothes are much looser than they have been in some time. These things make me know that I’m going in the right direction and I just need to continue with the exercising and the good eating. I’m sure next week I’ll once again lose those 2 pounds and possibly even more.
This week I got my act back together. I ate moderately. Cut down on the junk and was a more active than usual. Regular exercise has still been eluding me (Hope to nip that issue in the bud this coming week), but all in all I’ve been good. Getting my act back together has helped me lose another 2.5 lbs for week 14.
My previous weeks indiscretions haven’t come back to get me but despite that little reprieve I still need to do more. I want to do more. I feel more energetic and it’s about time I focus this energy into more fitness. That’s the plan for Week 15. We shall see if this idea becomes a reality.
I’m not sure if it began this past Tuesday, when I couldn’t resist my craving for chocolate and bought a chocolate chip cake from Entenmann’s or on Wednesday, when in a starved state I completely engorged on pizza. At some point this past week, I decided to throw all caution to the wind and revert to my old gluttonous eating ways. Initially, I felt bad for my fall from grace and chided myself mentally but at some point I just didn’t care and was ready to pay the piper.
So this morning I weighed myself and found myself an underserved pound lighter (I’m not 226 lbs). I don’t know what’s worse: being mad at myself for my lack of self-control or guilty for not gaining weight because of my actions. Either way, I hope it’s the wake up call that I needed to get myself back into the spirit of a better lifestyle.
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.