Happily Confused
I’ve got to stop being so negative.
For the last couple days, I’ve been a little worked up over the notion that I wouldn’t see a net loss in weight this week. I had decided to give up my “free weekend” (every weekend is supposed to be free, in my program), go out walking, watch everything I eat, and generally treat it like any other weekday. After being pretty darn sure I had gained four or five pounds this week, I vowed to lose not only that excess weight, but a little extra as well, all to keep up with where I was supposed to be by next Friday.
And it’s true! I went and weighed myself yesterday afternoon, and the scale – the same scale I’ve been using for the last couple months! – read 493 pounds. Adjusting for the extra stuff I had with me, things I wasn’t carrying when I started this plan and weighed in for the first time (shoes, iPhone, compression wraps), I knocked off two pounds from the final weight, putting me at 491. For those keeping score, or those who know how to scroll down, that’s four pounds heavier than last week.
However, when I went in for my official Friday Morning Weigh-In™, I was both surprised and confused.
Adjusting for the weight of the extra stuff I was carrying (shoes, iPhone), I knocked eight tenths of a pound from the final weight, putting me at a solid 485 pounds. For those not so quick on the math, that’s six pounds less than sixteen hours ago.
Six pounds.
How that happened, I can only imagine. After weighing myself yesterday afternoon, I spent a little time outside practicing (oh, what a joke!) with my new escrima sticks. I did a little more of the same this morning, and walked a little. I built the tire pell to hang in the garage, something to beat on with the sticks, though I haven’t hung it quite yet. I’ll be getting to that soon. I drank water, lots of it, but that’s hardly different from what I was already doing. And, of course, I took care of business in the lavatory. I won’t go into details. You can thank me later.
Still, six pounds seems like a whole lot to drop in one day.
I, however, refuse to complain.
Bit of a side note: My last post here declared, “I don’t care!”, but I’d like to come clean right now and say “BALONEY!” Losing weight and getting in shape is a major focus for me; it’s reversing all the bad decisions I’ve made over the course of the last twenty years. I know it’s not going to happen overnight, and I know I’ve got a lot of work to do to make it happen. So while “I don’t care” is easy enough to say about individual potholes in my personal highway to health, it doesn’t represent the whole view of who I am and who I want to be.
Thanks for sticking by for me, folks. It means a lot.
