Weekly weigh-in: 202.5
Total loss: -90.0
I was reasonably confident that my “no scale” month wasn’t going to bite me on the ass.
I stayed on plan with my eating and I exercised six days a week, trading in my tried-and-true cardio ho-down for a newfound commitment to strength training. To bolster my efforts, I started running as well, giving the much-loved C25K program a hearty (if hesitant) try.
Then on this past Monday, the wheels started coming off. I was at my gym, wrapping up a solid workout when one of the trainers informed me that the facility was closed the rest of the week for Passover (I belong to a Jewish Community Center).
The next day, my office was sponsoring a lunchtime event for charity where they brought in a chef from a fantastic Italian restaurant that would be preparing lunch. So I missed my regular Tuesday workout but made up for it by having a big lunch, complete with a couple of glasses of vino (note: wine for lunch seems like an awfully civilized way to do things, as is the afternoon nap).
Wednesday was Anita’s birthday, so my daughter Pisa and I took her out for lunch (sushi). Later I took her out for dinner and then we came home and had birthday cake (a big dense chocolate monstrosity) and ice cream (not even low-fat!) afterwards. To my credit, I did manage to sneak in a C25K run before dinner, but I felt like my little boat was taking on water and I was trying to bail it out with a thimble.
Thursday’s workout was cancelled due to the fact that I was out of the office golfing. That seems to be the way it goes for me sometimes: I get in a good groove and nothing can get me off track, but if one domino falls over, they continue… clack, clack, clack… with no end in sight.
The next day (Good Friday), my kooky gym was back open, so I got in and tried to make my biceps explode. I also got a nice sweaty ride on the stationary bike in as well. I’ve come to far to give in without a fight…
Friday night was another birthday dinner with Anita at a fancy restaurant where we had seventeen courses with dessert being at least three of them. We don’t go out to really nice places all that often, so I tried not to have a stick up my butt about the meal. We polished off a nice bottle of wine and had a very enjoyable time.
I got a good workout in on Saturday and even started the second week of C25K, but I knew I’d be saying sayonara to Onederland. It might have happened even without my out-of-whack week, but I’m not going to crap my pants about it after all.
I can feel the changes that this strength training stuff is causing with me. And I’m not panicking or changing course. I’ll buckle down and fly straight, but I’ll also stay true to what I’m doing.
The scale’s going in the wrong direction, but I’m not.