My life as Trick
2002-01-08 19:45:32 (UTC)

Fatty, Fatty, 2x4...

My current town of residence is having the "Greater Jackson
Shrinkdown" where we were all invited to stop by and weigh/measure
ourselves and stop in at the local YMCA or hospital (CMMC) to weigh
in every Friday for 9 weeks. This is meant to be incentive to keep
us on our health plan.

I'm SO about to cry.

I've been putting SOME weight back on in the last 2-3 months, because
I stopped working out with the intensity that I had been. Because
the weight was pretty much staying off, I didn't really worry about
that extra 5 lbs.

UNTIL I got on the scales yesterday.

You see, I had been using a cheap scale with an initial weight that I
was monitoring total weight loss. According to the scale, I had lost
about 30-35 lbs. While I still hold this to be true, it turns out
that the starting point was off.

Way off.
Weigh off.

As of right now... I'm at 223. This is from a person that
thought I was at 210.

That 13lbs HURTS.

On the brighter side of things, by waist went DOWN.

It's 5 inches smaller than it was when I started. SO... back on the
diet I went. The food diary came back out. The metabolife was
brought back out of the medicine cabinet. The running shoes were
dusted off, and the soloflex had all the clothes removed.

I'm back to working out with the intensity that I had been when I
first started losing the weight.

Now all I have to do is keep it up.

Baby steps.
One day at a time.
Make it to the next day.
blah blah fucking blah.

I just have to remember that I can't get bogged down in a debate
about what has gone on in the past. If it was wrong, then it was
wrong - I still have to deal with the results and understand that the
choices I make now influence the results of tomorrow.

Or something like that.