Weekly weigh-in: 207.5
Total loss: -85.2
Body fat percentage: ??
Emotion: From business trip to back to business
When Jack Sh*t turns into Jack Sh*t-for-Brains, the scale generally rewards him with a richly deserved bitchslap. It’s almost as if there’s some sort of cause-and-effect relationship at work there…
All I can tell you is that it could have been… perhaps should have been… much worse.
This was my first out-of-town business trip in eons, and I was in the company of a bunch of friendly, fun-loving folks who liked to eat, laugh and consume all manner of adult beverages.
“Stay gold, pony boy,” I told myself, but it was a slippery slope from the get-go, and I simply couldn’t keep my footing. I got in a couple of hour-long workouts at the hotel fitness center, but each one was offset by longer sessions at the hotel bar, before hitting another bar, before going to dinner, and then finding a good bar for a nightcap.
Even the plane ride was brutal. I had some ancient trail mix in my travel bag that I started scarfing up. Only after I finished did I read the packaging and realize I had consumed a day and a half’s worth of fat, sodium and calories. The chocolate-covered pork rinds should have been a tip-off...
Could have been worse? Oh hell yeah. I was up over 10 lbs when I returned home, but I’m miffed that I couldn’t erase my party-boy week with my wicked workouts and back-on-plan eating.
I did have a really good time, and I suppose that counts for something. I learned some things about myself in the process; namely, I’m nowhere near finished with my “re-education of Jack” project. Some days I think I’ve got it nailed down cold and then a week like that makes me think that I’m trying to fill up a bucket with a gaping hole in the bottom.
But I won’t get too hard on myself and I won’t completely give myself a free pass either. My plan this week is to pay attention to the details, to power through my workouts with drive and determination and to continue with the strength training even though I’m fairly certain it’s impeding my progress on the scale.
I even forgot to measure my body fat percentage on my body fat percentisizer. That’s just how out of it I’ve been. But I’m getting back in the saddle.
I may have gone in the wrong direction for a bit, but I promise… I promise… I promise that my compass is still in good working order.