Still sounds like a newscast. Well, actually I guess it is one.
News of the oddball that’s trying to use the Internet as a support group.
Funny thing is that it’s working.
My life was a bit challenging this week, particularly this weekend, as far as keeping it together went. I personally don’t think I did a very good job. Lets break it down.
Planned on going to the gym three times this week. I not only managed that, but increased my workout slightly as my body is getting used to this. I have still been mostly concentrating on the run/walk, though I plan to expand that a little starting this week. Not sure exactly what I am going to do yet, probably talk to the gym staff for ideas this afternoon when I go.
So, three trips to the gym. Seven total miles over the course of three sessions. I can do better, but it is certainly a start.
Here is where I took a beating this week. It wasn’t that I abandoned my plans completely, it was lack of preparedness on my part. You see, in addition to everything else I do I am a scoutmaster with the Boy Scouts. We went on a camping trip from Friday thru Sunday. The boys prepared the menu, did the shopping and the cooking, generally managed the event with a bit of help from the adults.
I was a bad scout, I was not prepared.
Having not brought any special food for myself I ended up eating what we all ate. Burgers, hotdogs, summer sausage, bacon and eggs for breakfast…. you get the idea.
How many points did I start with? 273 for the week.
How many did I use? We will just go with more than that, since I quit counting over the weekend. (I have started back)
Oddly enough I hopped on the scale after Fridays workout and it looked like I was going to come in a bit over three pounds lighter. I guess eating char-grilled everything for a weekend can put the breaks on that real quick.
When I weighed in last week I sat at 238 lbs. After this weekend I was kinda happy to note that I still did.
That’s right, three days at the gym and most of a week of watching what I ate down the crapper because I failed to bring healthy alternatives with me. I suppose I will just have to be happy that I didn’t gain any weight back.
You know that old saying about getting back up on a horse after it throws you? Well, I remember it clearly. Since the time I was actually thrown and got hurt (story for another day) I have always known that you have to get back in the saddle or you will simply give up for good.
No matter what the scale said this week I am going to keep plugging away at it. No matter how many times I am thrown I’ll get back in the saddle the next day.
One day at a time, for the rest of my life.