Well, I'm back after taking a week off. I took time away from here, from the high level of focus I had been placing on diet and exercise, and away from thinking about it day in and day out. I didn't go apeshit and eat everything in sight, but I also didn't worry about NOT eating everything in sight either. Instead, I finished building my new shed, brewed a bunch of beer, built a few doors for my new kitchen cabinets, had lunch (with 2 beers!) with an old friend, and went to a social function where I ate a piece of cake
and some nachos. I did exercise a few times and drank water right about 50% of the time. But I also had a Taco Bell taco supreme and a small Slurpee one day. Ahhh, the luxury.
It was a much needed and much deserved break.
During the week, my weight fluctuated by about five pounds. I was "up" to around 359 at one point, but am currently 354.8 pounds, which is my low water mark since starting. That's a loss of about half pound since this time last week. I do need to get my ass in gear and start losing though, as I just finished a dietbet (barely won that one) and am waaay behind the curve on the next one. I think I need to lose about 8 pounds in 11 days. Not looking good at this point.
During my break, I had a couple of epiphanies. After brewing beer one day, I was struggling to pick up and carry a 6-gallon glass carboy (bottle) full of freshly made beer into the house. I did the calculations and found that it weighed right around 54 pounds. Well, I've lost 102+ pounds, so that means I have nearly lost the equivalent of TWO glass carboys full of 5+ gallons of beer!
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I would have hard time picking them up together, let alone carry them around with me
all day long like I was doing in January.
The second epiphany came after I finished building my new shed. I had just built a 12' by 12' shed, complete with an asphalt shingle roof, in only a week. It took me 3 hours to shingle it all by myself. Up and down the ladder, hauling 50-60 pound packs of shingles on my back, in the 80 degree heat, hunched over and hammering in nails. I finished a sweaty mess. I have a picture my wife took that I may post one day when I'm less self conscious. I climbed down off the 10' roof (using a ladder was NOT something I was doing last January) and my son asked if I would play catch with him before his baseball game that night. I put my tools down, wiped my face with a rag, and spent 30 minutes helping him field ground balls, pitch and hit. All this
after killing myself on the roof.
Even after the weight loss slowdown I've been enduring these last few weeks, I am so thankful I have lost what i have. Without it, none of what I've been doing would be possible. 300 pounds, here I come.