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The Countdown 1/13/14

Last Week: 339


Magic Number to 220: 114 lbs.

Lost since Nov 2012: 209 lbs

Lost Since Nov 2011: 227 lbs

Highest ever weight recorded/known: 589 (difference of 255 lbs)

Looking back on last week: On 1/1/14, I was 349. In 13 days, I’ve lost 15 pounds. With the holidays over, I felt like things got a back to normal and more of a regular schedule.

The weather did play some havoc on the week. I’d planned to take a dance class Monday night only to find the club closed due to a power loss. The result was a 3800 step day–my worst in what has to be a year’s time. Step numbers seemed to be a little lower than I’d like. In addition, Miranda had the flu so Tuesday and Thursday were quiet days walking around the gym.

I’ll get slightly depressed during these cold winter months. It’s made worse when it’s a foot of snow followed by negative degree weather followed by even more snow. So a little more stress filled this past week.

I did dry sauna a little more than usual this week. This was also the first week I used my new compression socks for all 5 week days and I’ve been taking my Vitamin D more regularly. 

I still had flaws in nutrition. There were one or two occasions I walked into the kitchen and didn’t win the willpower battle. Wednesday, I knew I had an event in the evening and Lifetime Fitness was out of extra detox meals. I’ll usually do KFC Grilled Chicken. However eating 70% of the biscuit, a small portion of mac and cheese, and cole slaw wasn’t smart.

The weekend–ugh. Had a work dinner on Friday night and had two drinks. They had appetizers–all fried. I didn’t go overboard but I could been more in control. Saturday I had Lou Malnati’s pizza. One slice would been fine but the 2nd sliver slice–never should have happened. Went to Seasons 52 for dinner. The Filet was a good choice and I didn’t go overboard with appetizers as we shared but two desserts–good but a total mistake.

On Saturday, I was 332 in the morning. By Sunday morning I was 335. But I also did 11,000+ steps both Saturday and Sunday with a good number of them hitting zone 1 or better.

Thoughts: Friday night and Saturday can’t be repeated. Being ahead of the curve certainly helped. While I felt like I got in the usual amount of exercise, my step numbers seemed lower. But it’s the 1st time I’ve hit goal in a month so I can’t complain. We’re 114 pounds from goal–6 pounds better than where we were a week or so ago.  It annoys me I still can’t fit in a booth at a restaurant.

Next week: The goal is 329. I seriously can’t remember the last time I was that low.


It’s Monday!

Every week the goal is lose 5 pounds. It starts the minute I get off the scale on Monday to when I get on the scale the following Monday. There are no excuses.

Vacation–no excuse.

Moms’ b-day–no excuse

Office holiday part–well you get the idea.

So beyond the death of the weekend and back to work, Monday holds yet another meaning. It tells me whether this week was a success or failure. For the majority of the time, it’s been a success. Some weeks the difference between success and failure comes down to two words:

dry sauna

Now I’m not saying this is a good idea for everyone. Nor is this in the place of a proper diet and exercise. But maybe you went out two days ago and had prime rib. That extra sodium isn’t leaving on its own. Not if you want to make weight by Monday. Hell, I’m almost positive the reason the dry sauna exists was so there was an easy way to get rid of the sodium from Chinese Food!

So once in a while, if the scale says 346 and I need to be at 345–yes, the dry sauna is my ally.

Monday is also usually a possible cheat day. If I’m going eat something that I’ll regret later then Monday is the day. It also gives me a pretty good idea of how things are going. For example…

Ten days before Thanksgiving, I was 342 pounds. Since that time, I’ve bounced around in the 340s. I was supposed to be at 335 this morning. I was 339. That makes over a month of weigh-ins that I’ve not made it. I could use the holidays as an excuse–most would. But again–no excuses.

All of this is the primer because starting next week, every Monday will be a weight with the good, bad, and ugly of it all. While I’m glad people have enjoyed the previous posts, it will be this weekly post on Monday which will be the most telling. The one which truly shows where we are with the countdown. I should come up with a clever name but I don’t have it–yet.

So as of today, I’m 339. Next week the goal is 334. It’s 119 pounds from the goal.

Look forward to giving you all good news next Monday.

The 340 blues

A week before Thankgiving, I was at 342. I had lost 200 pounds in less than a year’s time. I was thrilled and wanted to tell the whole world.

That was 6 weeks ago. Today–343.


The last 6 weeks or more, I’ve bounced from 340 up to 347. This past Monday I’d gotten down to 337-339 and then…back to 341!

To say I’m frustrated would be an understatement.

Now some weeks it was deserved. You can’t go scarf down two taco bell burritos and eat potato chips with reckless abandon and not expect the scale to be unkind. But when you’ve gone out of your way to wake up early to work out, reach 10,000 steps, go out of your way to Whole Foods to pick up the right stuff and you still gain 3 pounds?

Those are the moments when you’re ready to just find the nearest pizza place with good deep dish and demolish something you know you’ll regret later.

In three-four weeks, I’ll look back at this and laugh. But if I could have keep going at pace, I’d be closer to 300. Instead I’ll start 2014 with about 120 to go when I could been at 80-100.

Yes, I realize that’s nothing to sneeze at. 200 pounds in a year’s time? Some people can’t lose that in a lifetime. I understand–I get it. But here’s what you don’t get–I’m not done. I have 120 more I need to get rid of.

That’s a million more steps, almost a thousand hours, and dozens instances where I’ll be wanting a bacon cheeseburger with fries and have to tell myself–no, we can’t do that now. Where everyone else will be having pizza and I’ll be eating a salad.

It’s clear now that the last 120 will be harder than the first 120. That it will take even more steps and determination than ever. That the effort will need to be supreme and to achieve my goals, I’ll need to step it up yet another notch.

Maybe that’s what the 340 blues are really about. That I was simply not ready to put in the effort needed to take that next step. In the past this would be where things fall apart. I’d go on some binge, gobble 3000-4000 calories in one sitting, get annoyed with myself and then go do it again.

Sometimes it’s hard to remember I’m not that guy anymore. That it’s a new time, day, and place. 2014 is coming and those last 120 pounds are leaving. And the time to start isn’t later–it’s now.

Today, 12/26/13, I was 343. Tomorrow I will be less as well the day after. And that will be the end of the 340 blues.

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