Sunday weigh-in: 271
That's three pounds from last week. That's 17 pounds over the past six weeks. That also puts me on target for 20 pounds down before I leave for Vegas on the 16th.
Obviously, I am in a much better mood this Sunday than last. For the most part, I am happy not only because I lost weight but because it proves my little routine here continues to work. I didn't change much of anything, except for adding a day of workout (Sunday).
I am beginning to feel lighter, stronger. I can see a little change in my body. In other words, I can begin to see that the hard work, that the commitment to this whole routine is paying off.
Thank God. It isn't always easy. In fact, it is never easy. While I haven't completely changed my workout routines, I have tweaked them a bit and, especially on Mondays and Wednesday for some reason, they are tough to get through. It takes a lot out of me. I have been ready to give up a few times, head home. But, I finish, and that, to me, is the most important thing. FINISH!!!
Well, I am off to the gym again now. Have to keep my routine going.
My worry is how much will this trip to Vegas throw me off? How much can you gain in four days? I have lost 17 pounds in six weeks. Hopefully, I don't waste three weeks because of four days of bingeing. Just have to pray the price isn't too steep when I come back.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Word to the wise.........don't let a disappointing reading trick you into buying a new scale
So, since this morning's reading (no weight loss for the week) was very disconcerting, to say the least, I decided it must have been the scale's fault and went out and bought a new one. So, what did I find?
If the scale I have been using is, indeed, wrong, then it is being wayyy too generous to me. The new scale was saying 278 pounds. Simply for my own psyche, I am going to stay with the 274. Just not that sure what to believe, or who to believe. All I know is, no matter what scale I step on, it is telling me one thing: I didn't lose a freakin thing this week.
So, I went to the gym today (usually my day off) and I will be adding that extra day from here on out. I need to do something to step it up. I am not backtracking. Need to do better, lose more weight. That's it. I need to keep it going.
If the scale I have been using is, indeed, wrong, then it is being wayyy too generous to me. The new scale was saying 278 pounds. Simply for my own psyche, I am going to stay with the 274. Just not that sure what to believe, or who to believe. All I know is, no matter what scale I step on, it is telling me one thing: I didn't lose a freakin thing this week.
So, I went to the gym today (usually my day off) and I will be adding that extra day from here on out. I need to do something to step it up. I am not backtracking. Need to do better, lose more weight. That's it. I need to keep it going.
Just So Frustrated
Well, Sunday weigh-in and........274.
I didn't lose a fucking pound. Not one. Not even an ounce. Working out three times, killing myself at the gym, laying off so many things, and yet I didn't lose a pound. How? I don't get it.
I am very discouraged right now. I had been hoping to have lost two to three pounds. Not to have lost anything at all, I feel like it was a lost week, to be honest.
I had been worried that I would hit a wall. That I would hit a point where I wasn't losing anymore, or at least wasn't losing the way I had been. Have I hit that wall?
I pray not. I am so discouraged right now. I didn't gain, I know that, but I am 274 pounds. I need to be losing every single week. I didn't lose a thing, and I didn't feel like I cheated that much.
Maybe this week was the outlier because I went out to eat three times, once on Sunday, once on Friday, once on Saturday. But, even on those days, I thought I calculated correctly that my calorie intake wasn't that big of a deal. I was wrong.
Is everything I am doing bullshit? Do I know what I am doing?
I can't tell you how down I am right now. It is hard to have a good outlook right now, look at the bright side. I haven't gained, but, again, I FUCKING WEIGH 274 POUNDS!!!!!! If I'm not losing weight every week, I'm losing out, big time. What a complete disappointment.
I'm trying not to make a big deal out of this, but that was just such a shock. I thought I had lost, I really did. Maybe it was because I was sooo cocky. I didn't think I was that cocky. Maybe I was.
Whatever. Wasted week. Have to do better next week. Have to do MUCH better.
Goodbye dream of being down 30 pounds by the time I go to Vegas. Now, I am really going to have to buckle down to get to 20 pounds overall.
I can't believe I lost NOTHING!!!!!!!!
I didn't lose a fucking pound. Not one. Not even an ounce. Working out three times, killing myself at the gym, laying off so many things, and yet I didn't lose a pound. How? I don't get it.
I am very discouraged right now. I had been hoping to have lost two to three pounds. Not to have lost anything at all, I feel like it was a lost week, to be honest.
I had been worried that I would hit a wall. That I would hit a point where I wasn't losing anymore, or at least wasn't losing the way I had been. Have I hit that wall?
I pray not. I am so discouraged right now. I didn't gain, I know that, but I am 274 pounds. I need to be losing every single week. I didn't lose a thing, and I didn't feel like I cheated that much.
Maybe this week was the outlier because I went out to eat three times, once on Sunday, once on Friday, once on Saturday. But, even on those days, I thought I calculated correctly that my calorie intake wasn't that big of a deal. I was wrong.
Is everything I am doing bullshit? Do I know what I am doing?
I can't tell you how down I am right now. It is hard to have a good outlook right now, look at the bright side. I haven't gained, but, again, I FUCKING WEIGH 274 POUNDS!!!!!! If I'm not losing weight every week, I'm losing out, big time. What a complete disappointment.
I'm trying not to make a big deal out of this, but that was just such a shock. I thought I had lost, I really did. Maybe it was because I was sooo cocky. I didn't think I was that cocky. Maybe I was.
Whatever. Wasted week. Have to do better next week. Have to do MUCH better.
Goodbye dream of being down 30 pounds by the time I go to Vegas. Now, I am really going to have to buckle down to get to 20 pounds overall.
I can't believe I lost NOTHING!!!!!!!!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
On the road from obese to just plan fat
Okay, Sunday is here and the weigh-in is over. The new weight: 274. For those counting at home, and I know you're not, that is four pounds this week and 14 for the month. I am quickly shedding the obese label and careening towards fat. WOOOHOOO!!!!!!
Seriously, though, I am very happy. On the one hand, you work all week, watch what you eat, limit your calorie intake, and end up only losing four pounds. You feel like you should have shed about 30 when your workout routine is all said and done. But, when you begin to look at it legitimately, and understand that most "experts" want you losing one to two pounds a week, four pounds a week is pretty good.
Really, this is about two things: God helping give me the strength to do this (and I sure as hell need that) and changing my lifestyle along the way. The most important thing here is the working out, I believe. And, also, staying on target. I need to remain true to my self and how I have gone about this. I can't slide back. In fact, I need to use this as motivation to continue to do better.
I set a goal of 20 pounds for my Vegas trip. I am easily on my way to that and would actually much rather be closer to 30 pounds down. Could I lose another 16 pounds in the next four weeks? I believe I can. The only thing is, I have three more weigh-ins before my Vegas trip. How much can I lose by then? Well, if I stay at a 3-4 pounds a week rate, that should be 10.5 pounds in the next three weeks, which would put me at about 263 and at 24.5 pounds down over two months.
I am a little nervous about my Vegas trip. How much weight will I put on in those couple of days? I am hoping that I simply just stay the same or only add a pound or two. I figure I'll be walking a lot and I won't be eating every five seconds, anyway, but I am going to be somewhat conscious of what I am doing there as well, while also figuring out a way to have fun in Vegas. That shouldn't be too hard:)
I am happy where I am at, but I also realize how much farther I have to go. That's the position I put myself in. I put myself in a position where 14 pounds in a month is simply the first step of many. Even 30 pounds is the first step in many. I am excited about this next month, however, because if I can get to about 30 pounds down, that's beginning to get into the realm of real weight loss. Also, being in the 260s for weight is a better jumping-off point than being in the 280s. I just need to stay focused, stay on target. I am excited about the future, though.
My goal for Vegas was 20+ pounds. I believe I can do that. My goal for the summer, essentially June, was to have a new body for the good weather. I am figuring around 50-60 pounds down. That's about four months away. If I could stay consistent with my weight loss, average maybe 13 pounds a month, that's 52 pounds. That would put me at 222 pounds. That would put me about 20 pounds off where I would really like to be. I think I can do this. I believe I can do this. I believe God is going to allow me to shed this weight for good. I just have to stay strong. No short cuts.
Right now, I am down 14 pounds. It's a good first step.
Seriously, though, I am very happy. On the one hand, you work all week, watch what you eat, limit your calorie intake, and end up only losing four pounds. You feel like you should have shed about 30 when your workout routine is all said and done. But, when you begin to look at it legitimately, and understand that most "experts" want you losing one to two pounds a week, four pounds a week is pretty good.
Really, this is about two things: God helping give me the strength to do this (and I sure as hell need that) and changing my lifestyle along the way. The most important thing here is the working out, I believe. And, also, staying on target. I need to remain true to my self and how I have gone about this. I can't slide back. In fact, I need to use this as motivation to continue to do better.
I set a goal of 20 pounds for my Vegas trip. I am easily on my way to that and would actually much rather be closer to 30 pounds down. Could I lose another 16 pounds in the next four weeks? I believe I can. The only thing is, I have three more weigh-ins before my Vegas trip. How much can I lose by then? Well, if I stay at a 3-4 pounds a week rate, that should be 10.5 pounds in the next three weeks, which would put me at about 263 and at 24.5 pounds down over two months.
I am a little nervous about my Vegas trip. How much weight will I put on in those couple of days? I am hoping that I simply just stay the same or only add a pound or two. I figure I'll be walking a lot and I won't be eating every five seconds, anyway, but I am going to be somewhat conscious of what I am doing there as well, while also figuring out a way to have fun in Vegas. That shouldn't be too hard:)
I am happy where I am at, but I also realize how much farther I have to go. That's the position I put myself in. I put myself in a position where 14 pounds in a month is simply the first step of many. Even 30 pounds is the first step in many. I am excited about this next month, however, because if I can get to about 30 pounds down, that's beginning to get into the realm of real weight loss. Also, being in the 260s for weight is a better jumping-off point than being in the 280s. I just need to stay focused, stay on target. I am excited about the future, though.
My goal for Vegas was 20+ pounds. I believe I can do that. My goal for the summer, essentially June, was to have a new body for the good weather. I am figuring around 50-60 pounds down. That's about four months away. If I could stay consistent with my weight loss, average maybe 13 pounds a month, that's 52 pounds. That would put me at 222 pounds. That would put me about 20 pounds off where I would really like to be. I think I can do this. I believe I can do this. I believe God is going to allow me to shed this weight for good. I just have to stay strong. No short cuts.
Right now, I am down 14 pounds. It's a good first step.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Tough week, waiting for tomorrow
Okay, so 10 pounds down and my final month weigh-in is tomorrow. I think I did okay, although, I have to admit, this week was a tough one. There was a lot of talking to myself. You know, those conversations that go something like this.
"Hell, what are you, perfect? Get a grinder. It isn't even that many calories."
"I can't."
"What the hell, you think you're going to be able to do this for the rest of your life?"
"I have to lose the weight and I can't start backtracking."
"Just do it already. Grab something from Wendys. You can get a whole meal for like 1,100 calories. That leaves you with another 700 to play with."
It's tough. There were several times I wanted to come home and eat my fridge. Just the whole damn thing. But, I think I did a pretty good job of staying true to what I have been doing.
I added another day at the gym so, we'll see what happens.
There is a part of me that thinks I might have lost a good amount this week, another part saying "don't get your hopes up, cause you'll be devastated if you get on that scale and there is no loss or just a pound down. We'll see. I still believe I can make my 20-25 pounds down before March 16 when I leave for Vegas.
We will see where we stand tomorrow.
"Hell, what are you, perfect? Get a grinder. It isn't even that many calories."
"I can't."
"What the hell, you think you're going to be able to do this for the rest of your life?"
"I have to lose the weight and I can't start backtracking."
"Just do it already. Grab something from Wendys. You can get a whole meal for like 1,100 calories. That leaves you with another 700 to play with."
It's tough. There were several times I wanted to come home and eat my fridge. Just the whole damn thing. But, I think I did a pretty good job of staying true to what I have been doing.
I added another day at the gym so, we'll see what happens.
There is a part of me that thinks I might have lost a good amount this week, another part saying "don't get your hopes up, cause you'll be devastated if you get on that scale and there is no loss or just a pound down. We'll see. I still believe I can make my 20-25 pounds down before March 16 when I leave for Vegas.
We will see where we stand tomorrow.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Let's jump ahead, shall we?
I'm not sure exactly what was happening with my Internet but it seems things were published on the post with wrong dates attached, and then some weren't posted at all, so there is a little gap between my last post and today. Namely, I just finished my week 3 weigh-in and the result is...............278 pounds. For those keeping track at home, that's 10 pounds. That's like a Maine Coon cat right there.
I am pretty happy. I know 10 pounds in three weeks isn't going to get me a seat on Oprah, and no one wants to see me in a Speedo just yet. But, hey, it's a beginning, and I feel good that I have lost weight every single week.
This is a marathon. I have a goal of losing 70 to 80 pounds. When you put it in that context, 10 pounds aint nothing, but, again, it's a start. More than that, it's confirmation. It's confirmation that I am on the right track, doing the right thing, heading in the right direction. And what I'm doing now, I can keep doing it. It hasn't ruined my life. I don't feel like something wonderful has been ripped from me. Instead, I feel good. I feel good that my muscles hurt after working out. I feel good that I'm thinking about having a different body to go along with warmer weather this summer. I feel good that I'm thinking about doing things like buying a bike and taking trips around my area, or even getting back into some sports.
I just have to keep on keeping on.
The toughest part? When you get that little voice that starts saying "hey, you did well this week, why not grab that large steak and cheese sub on the way home from work," or "you know what, you're working your ass off so why don't you skip the gym tonight."
It is a battle. I find myself talking internally, a lot. Tonight, after the weigh-in, I spent a good part of the day having a conversation about grabbing a Bacon Deluxe extra value meal at Wendys. My logic was that, during the day I hadn't eaten all that much so I could afford a meal that was gonna run me 1200 calories, right? I would still probably be a little under 1800 for the day. But, do I really need a 1200 calorie meal? That was the fight and, as opposed to the past, a small sandwich and some soup later on won out. That's the kinda thing you have to do, go back and forth with yourself, talking yourself outta taking what I call the weight-gain road.
Anyway, I am down 10 pounds in three week. If I am down 13 or so pounds in a month, and can keep that going, I will begin to see it a little more in the coming weeks. It is just about working out and sticking to self-control. I really think what you learn is that, while you have to train your body, you also have to train your mind. You have to train yourself to take the right road, not the wrong road. I am getting better at that. I have had slip ups this week. Stuffed my face with a hot dog at lunch, had a few donuts, but overall, another three pounds down, 10 pounds overall, and things are going good.
Justin, I'm coming for yah, bitch.....
I am pretty happy. I know 10 pounds in three weeks isn't going to get me a seat on Oprah, and no one wants to see me in a Speedo just yet. But, hey, it's a beginning, and I feel good that I have lost weight every single week.
This is a marathon. I have a goal of losing 70 to 80 pounds. When you put it in that context, 10 pounds aint nothing, but, again, it's a start. More than that, it's confirmation. It's confirmation that I am on the right track, doing the right thing, heading in the right direction. And what I'm doing now, I can keep doing it. It hasn't ruined my life. I don't feel like something wonderful has been ripped from me. Instead, I feel good. I feel good that my muscles hurt after working out. I feel good that I'm thinking about having a different body to go along with warmer weather this summer. I feel good that I'm thinking about doing things like buying a bike and taking trips around my area, or even getting back into some sports.
I just have to keep on keeping on.
The toughest part? When you get that little voice that starts saying "hey, you did well this week, why not grab that large steak and cheese sub on the way home from work," or "you know what, you're working your ass off so why don't you skip the gym tonight."
It is a battle. I find myself talking internally, a lot. Tonight, after the weigh-in, I spent a good part of the day having a conversation about grabbing a Bacon Deluxe extra value meal at Wendys. My logic was that, during the day I hadn't eaten all that much so I could afford a meal that was gonna run me 1200 calories, right? I would still probably be a little under 1800 for the day. But, do I really need a 1200 calorie meal? That was the fight and, as opposed to the past, a small sandwich and some soup later on won out. That's the kinda thing you have to do, go back and forth with yourself, talking yourself outta taking what I call the weight-gain road.
Anyway, I am down 10 pounds in three week. If I am down 13 or so pounds in a month, and can keep that going, I will begin to see it a little more in the coming weeks. It is just about working out and sticking to self-control. I really think what you learn is that, while you have to train your body, you also have to train your mind. You have to train yourself to take the right road, not the wrong road. I am getting better at that. I have had slip ups this week. Stuffed my face with a hot dog at lunch, had a few donuts, but overall, another three pounds down, 10 pounds overall, and things are going good.
Justin, I'm coming for yah, bitch.....
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Week One: Not Too Bad
Update: I wrote this post a couple of days ago and it didn't post when I posted it for some reason. Thanks, Internet.....
Anyway, my weigh-in today? I am down to 285 pounds. That's three pounds down. Nothing earth shattering but, hey, I'll take it, right? Baby steps, baby. Baby steps.
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So week one of new me is going pretty well. I am not constantly hungry, nor am I stuffed and feeling like I am cheating myself. I have been to the gym twice this week and skipped a trip because we, here, in the great state of Connecticut, have turned into North Pole 2.0 lately, and another storm dumped about 20 inches of snow on my front lawn. When you are shoveling huge piles of snow for two hours, I count that as a day in the gym.
What's funny about working out is how your body reacts to things. I went to the gym on Monday this week, did 10 minutes of cardio, did about 25-30 minutes of weight training, then finished up with another 15 minutes of cardio. At the end, I felt like I had been through a workout, but I wasn't dead. In fact, I felt pretty darn good.
I took Tuesday off, then, Wednesday, went back.
Half way through essentially the SAME workout (different weight training) I felt like Hulk Hogan had repeatedly body slammed me into the ground. As opposed to Monday, where my 15 minutes of cardio finish had seemed okay, I was dying this time around. I didn't even know if I could make it through all the time that was left.
Simply put, Monday told me I could work out, Wednesday reminded me why I needed to make it a routine.
My plan is to hit the gym again tomorrow (Sat.) for a quick routine. Hopefully, I won't be as winded as I was Wednesday.
As far as eating, I am doing a pretty good job of gauging calories I believe. I think I have been pretty firm on the 1,800 for the day. Might have been a tad over once or twice, but nothing significant. It's hard to judge the calories in some meals. For instance, last night for dinner I had a bowl of noodles, lean chop meat, in cream of mushroom soup. How much could that have been? I am trying to calculate on the high end, so that I leave some wiggle room, so I calculated that as being about 750 calories. Was it that much? Hard to imagine it was, but I want to put myself in a position to be pleasantly surprised.
I have my weigh-in on Sunday. I feel like I have already lost some weight and can see it, a little bit. I guess Sunday will tell the tale.
I am not going in with any set weight goal for the week, I just want to see loss so I know what I am doing is working, mainly because what I am doing is something I believe I can continue to do.
The question is, can I translate this into my weekend?
Usually, I go out with friends after work. That mean some food, some beers, and some laughs. How much that adds up to during the course of the week, I can't tell you, but I am going to try and cut back starting tonight. We will see.
Anyway, my weigh-in today? I am down to 285 pounds. That's three pounds down. Nothing earth shattering but, hey, I'll take it, right? Baby steps, baby. Baby steps.
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So week one of new me is going pretty well. I am not constantly hungry, nor am I stuffed and feeling like I am cheating myself. I have been to the gym twice this week and skipped a trip because we, here, in the great state of Connecticut, have turned into North Pole 2.0 lately, and another storm dumped about 20 inches of snow on my front lawn. When you are shoveling huge piles of snow for two hours, I count that as a day in the gym.
What's funny about working out is how your body reacts to things. I went to the gym on Monday this week, did 10 minutes of cardio, did about 25-30 minutes of weight training, then finished up with another 15 minutes of cardio. At the end, I felt like I had been through a workout, but I wasn't dead. In fact, I felt pretty darn good.
I took Tuesday off, then, Wednesday, went back.
Half way through essentially the SAME workout (different weight training) I felt like Hulk Hogan had repeatedly body slammed me into the ground. As opposed to Monday, where my 15 minutes of cardio finish had seemed okay, I was dying this time around. I didn't even know if I could make it through all the time that was left.
Simply put, Monday told me I could work out, Wednesday reminded me why I needed to make it a routine.
My plan is to hit the gym again tomorrow (Sat.) for a quick routine. Hopefully, I won't be as winded as I was Wednesday.
As far as eating, I am doing a pretty good job of gauging calories I believe. I think I have been pretty firm on the 1,800 for the day. Might have been a tad over once or twice, but nothing significant. It's hard to judge the calories in some meals. For instance, last night for dinner I had a bowl of noodles, lean chop meat, in cream of mushroom soup. How much could that have been? I am trying to calculate on the high end, so that I leave some wiggle room, so I calculated that as being about 750 calories. Was it that much? Hard to imagine it was, but I want to put myself in a position to be pleasantly surprised.
I have my weigh-in on Sunday. I feel like I have already lost some weight and can see it, a little bit. I guess Sunday will tell the tale.
I am not going in with any set weight goal for the week, I just want to see loss so I know what I am doing is working, mainly because what I am doing is something I believe I can continue to do.
The question is, can I translate this into my weekend?
Usually, I go out with friends after work. That mean some food, some beers, and some laughs. How much that adds up to during the course of the week, I can't tell you, but I am going to try and cut back starting tonight. We will see.
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