172 this morning. 29.8 inches on the waist.
I really overdid it on the exercise yesterday and so I ate accordingly last night. Two hours of full court basketball. And then at 5 o'clock played 9 holes in my men's night golf league. It's a 9 hole course that we walk. Par 30 with 6 par threes and 3 par fours (all under 300 yards). Shot a 34.
I did however, probably hit the best drive of my life on the last hole. Measured it on Google Earth at 292 yards, and it left me with a 9 foot putt for eagle. Broke just a bit too much at the very end, and stopped a half-inch left of the hole, for a tap in birdie. Almost.
Anyhow, that was plenty of exercise for one day. Had something called "Brisket Mac" at the bar afterward which I guess was Macaroni and Cheese with BBQ beef brisket on top. I figured with the basketball and golf and that I'm trying to gain weight, well why not.
Got my pull workout in this morning. Going to a concert tonight with some friends. Maybe I'll meet a woman with a nose ring and lots of tattoos and I'll fall in love.![]()
Alright it's Sunday morning. 171 with 16.1% on the monitor and still a 29.9 inches waist.
I'm going to give myself a few more days, but it looks increasingly likely that the calories need to go up some.
Only two days left in August. Man, time is flying. The good news is that unlike most of you, where I live the coming end of summer is kind of a relief. The weather here in November absolutely cannot be beat. I live in a place called "Paradise Valley," and in november it comes pretty damned close.
Think maybe I'll do a video later on a topic near and dear to too many of us: being depressed.
Oh, absolutely. There's no question I'm in a far better place, and also no question that losing the weight is a huge part of that. What's interesting is that I think it's helped on a whole bunch of levels: I feel better about how I look, the exercise helps tame depression, a feeling of competency and accomplishment, feeling like I no longer worry my family so much, and probably most importantly it's been a catalyst to make me simply care much more about myself than I did before. Ultimately what really did me in was that most of the time I simply did not care about much of anything.On a more serious note than my previous post on your diary, I wonder, has losing so much weight lifted the depression in any way?