Week 123

Starting weight: 264.2
Weight last week: 238.0
Current weight: 239.9
Lost this week: UP 1.9

Total lost to date: 24.3

Weight left to lose: 59.9

Week 122

Starting weight: 264.2

Weight last week: 237.0
Current weight: 238.0
Lost this week: UP 1.0

Total lost to date: 26.2

Weight left to lose: 58.0

When there's no room left in Hell, the dead will walk the Earth, and look for hamburgers, I suppose...

Our good buddy (OK, our buddy from the TeeVee, but still...) posted this on Facebook. It's a Happy Meal that was left alone for 6 months.

http://gizmodo.com/5662271/watch-six-months-of-a-happy-meals-eternal-life?ref=nf

Obviously the meat used for these burgers has the Z-virus!

Oh, and speaking of which, AMC's Walking Dead starts on Halloween! I can't wait!

Here's the trailer. http://tv.ign.com/articles/111/1115632p1.html

Week 121- And so it begins, the slow road to recovery

Starting weight: 264.2
Weight last week: 238.1 (OK, last weigh in that I can find!)
Current weight: 237
Lost this week: 1.1

Total lost to date: 27.2

Weight left to lose: 57.0

OK. I'll take it. Things progress slowly to be getting on with. Let's face it, I'm almost starting from zero again, biologically speaking.

We're going to be hitting this very, very hard, so stay tuned. I am committing myself to doing this properly, and I want to progress steadily into smaller pants and shirts

Week 120- Adrift in a sea of flab

Starting weight: 264.2
Weight last week: 231.0 (OK, last weigh in that I can find!)
Current weight: 238.1
Lost this week: UP 7.1 (in 6 bloody weeks!!!!)

Total lost to date: 26.1 (This is totaly making me miserable right now...)

Weight left to lose: 58.1

If those numbers aren't enough to make me depressed the fact that my 34in waist pants* are getting tight are sure enough uh...enough. Hrm, grammatically awkward sentence there.

Anyway, I simply HAVE to get back to the gym. I just can't seem to find the time. I know, it's an excuse. I don't think I've been since July.

July!

That, my friends is both depressing, pathetic and fucking revolting all at the same time. I'm going to go to the gym tomorrow morning after I put the kid on the bus. I have to take the first step.

Walking and standing at work doesn't seem to do it, so I have to get back in that gym and attack it like I used to.

*Comfort stretch! So they are 36 inches, really.