Sunday, May 1, 2011
A Tale of Two Sh*tty's
Total loss: -66.4
It was the best of weigh-ins. It was the worst of weigh-ins.
It seems as though that's my modus operandi these days. I go back and forth more than a contestant on "So You Think You Can Dance."
I know that success with this weight-loss business comes from stringing good days together.
I know it...I know it like I know the lyrics to any and every 60's or 70's TV sitcom... I know it and I still struggle.
I half-heartedly hopped on the scale a couple of weeks ago and saw a number that set off the emergency sirens in my skull.
I know in my heart of hearts that it was an artificially high number due to a super-salty spread at ourfavorite Ethiopian restaurant, but it still got my attention.
So I buckled down and tried to see if my outlandish "eat-less and exercise-more" regimen was still just crazy enough to work.
I measured and tracked on the food front, grunted and groaned through my daily workouts.
It was really tough sledding for a couple of days, but I finally settled back into at least the semblance if a regular routine.
Sometimes an even-steven weigh-in feels like a victory and sometimes it feels like a kick in the kidneys.
This time I'm too busy looking forward to the next weigh-in to pay it much mind...