OK. So I haven’t talked about weight-loss in a while. I’ve been at a plateau. In all honesty, it has been a generous plateau. Though I haven’t been losing, I’ve not been gaining either. I’ve been between 203 and 205 the whole time. An immediate problem has focused my attention on getting passed this. I am two weeks from my thirty-fifth birthday. And, well, I refuse to go into thirty-five on this side of 200.
So here’s the plan. For the next two weeks I am going to obsess about counting calories. Those going in at meals and out at the gym. No more of this lackadaisical attitude. I’m going to weigh everyday, even though I know I’m not suppose to. As of yesterday I was 204.8. This morning I was 202.6. And by my birthday, I will be in the 190s.
Yes. I know that there is a Thanksgiving and a wedding between me and that date. I don’t care.
I’m not recommending that anyone else do this, by the way. I’m not doctor. I didn’t stay at a Holiday Inn last night. I’m just gonna put my shoulder into the wall and push.