I weighed in this morning after my shower and lo and behold I'm not one ounce smaller than I was a month ago. So, this leads to the issue of failure and acceptance. As I have noted before I hate to lose, but I have to accept what is. That's a big part of life, because we all lose.
Next week is my 60th birthday and my goal was to lose 56 pounds before Sept. 8th. I have lost
all but ten pounds of that goal, and I have kept it off. I feel better than I have in a long long time. Many of the aches and pains I had are gone and I associate that with the weight loss. I can climb mountains now without too much strain.
Geri thinks the reason I haven't lost more weight is that I now have more muscle. If you look at my legs that is certainly the case. My stomach on the other hand is still flabby. I still see a fat man when I look at my silhouette.
Without going into great detail of analysis the bottom line is I still have four months to lose 30 pounds in my goal to attain an optimum weight of 180 pounds, which would make a total weight loss of 76 pounds in one year, more or less, or around 25% of my body mass. I was obese, and now I'm just overweight.
210 is my hump, the one I've got to get over. How I do that remains to be seen. The suspense continues.
That's it.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Food Consumption;
Breakfast; 4 strips of bacon, fried potatoes (not much)
Lunch; cliff bar, hamburger w/lettuce, tomato & onion, fruit drink
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Dinner; Cuban food with our dear friends Brendan and Mabel (my Super Bowl pay back bet) Pinon'
which is a plantain lasagna with masa and ground beef. Brendan's peach upside down cake.....the whole meal was rocking.
Exercise; 3 hours of cycling, 2 miles walking the dogs
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