- Missed three of my regular workouts
- Parents sent over a high-fat meal (including cake and a pecan pie) to my house for bday
- Co-worker left a bag of candy bars on my desk for bday
- Bday dinner at my favorite restaurant
- Bday cake at work
It felt like just too much to overcome, so even though I’ve really knuckled down and done well the past few days, I stepped on the scale this morning with a sense of doom and trepidation, sort of like when Indiana Jones goes into the dark, scary cave in the deepest, darkest part of the forbidden Amazon and steps on the scale.
Weekly weigh-in: 257.8
Loss: 3.5 lbs
Total loss: 33.7 lbs.
It just goes to show that missteps along the way don’t always count against you in the long run. Looking back on it, I think that the fear of what I’d done to myself added extra intensity to my workouts (which I caught back up on late in the week) and added a laser-like focus to what I was consuming.
Yes, I’m getting older, but I like to think I’m getting better as well.