Round 2 Week 3- Ah, shit. (Attempting a repost from Monday!)

Starting weight: 264.1

Weight last week: 258.1
Current weight: 263.0
Lost this week: UP 4.9
Total lost to date: 1.1

Weight left to lose: 83

Please note, this is in US pounds.

 

Two posts in one day?  Yeah like I said the original weigh in post from Monday got all eaten up by the Internet, so here I am.

 

As far as my super crappy weigh in, I'm going to mostly blame a trip to Red Robin on my cheat day.  Not a great meal and so salty that I really think it made me retain a lot of water.  Even my wedding ring has been super tight.

 

 Today's lunch has some nice grilled chicken with a coffee-garlic rub.  Om nom and may I say nom!

I don't have a lit to say about this, because I said it all and then it got devoured. Ah well...

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So yeah, apparently the blog ate my Monday update.  This is sermi-appropriate being I myself ate like I had a hole in my neck this past week apparently.  I say "apparently" when I mean "the scale said so!"

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Please note, when I was a little, I would, quite literally, stand next to the TV when this notice appeared on my TV screen. 

I'm not sure what I was trying to accomplish, but I guess I thought "I don't know why they want me here, but if me doing this helps get Scooby and the Gang out of old man Crenshaw's spooky old air field, I gotta do my part!"

You don't see this very often these days.  I wonder why that is...

In unrelated news, this bloody sleep apnea business is really getting to me.  I am literally just-this-side of exhausted 99% of the time.  My back is sore, my feet are sore my hands are sore.  I assume it's because my body can't get enough rest to heal up, but I'm a little scared to be frank.

I have a doctor's appointment Friday, so let's see what's up with that.

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Today on "This Old Man" we're going start tearing down this porch...

Regardless of the fact the I am not a homeowner as of yet,I do, sadly, possess a "front porch."  Ironically it's not the type you want to sit on and while away those warm country afternoons while whittling a woodchuck out of a nice piece of hickory*. 

 

The "front porch" I speak of is the dreaded FUPA (Foo-Pa). Otherwise known as the Fat Upper Pubic Area.  Also known by a shit ton of other, less work safe names as well.  Millions of people probably have it.  I feel like it sneaks up on you too.  Things are fine in that department until one day you look down at the, ehrm, "equipment" and think "didn't that used to be bigger?"

 

It's damned unattractive too.  It's one thing to have a gut but this is like an overstuffed down vest for your unit.  I'll pause here while you attempt to visualize this.  It's really tough, but maybe I can help.  Think of Marty McFly, but instead of Mikey J. Fox, it's a small, flaccid dong. **  Ladies have a different issuse sometimes referred to as the "gunt."  Classy, right? 

 

I mean it's the same issue, just a different look.

 

Needless to say, it has got to go.  I need to look into exercises for it, but I imagine it's all crazy lower ab shit.  I mean how else do you work it?

 

This is why you have to avoid pleated frount trousers if one has any "FUPular activity" going on. Wear a belt with that combo and it looks like you're trying to put a rubber band around a balloon.

 

LIke this kinda-

 

 

In unrelated news, I can't seem to spell to save my life today.

 

 

 

 

*Yes, Janet, I realize there's both a "sitting on it" and a wood joke in there.  I'm feeling fairly sassy today, thank you very moosh!

**It's times like these I wish I could draw, really.

Seriously, no excuses...

We have no excuses whatsoever that are valid.  None.  Not after this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qX9FSZJu448

Normally I find Coldplay irritating, but boy does it work for me here.  Please note the room's gonna get real dusty when you watch this... 

Now I realize this is now an advert for the Diamond Dallas Page Yoga program, but, as I know from a friend of mine it works, and it works amazingly well.  I'm going to see if he'll share his story for the blog. Regardless, this is still amazing

Look at what this man accomplished.  Determination.  An unwillingness to to give up.  Also a healthy and blatant disregard for the odds.

That's what works.

Look this guy up and he's in even better shape now, by the way.

I'm going to seriously look into this program by the way.  I'll keep you posted.

ROUND 2 Week 2 Let's talk about goals, shall we?

Starting weight: 264.1

Weight last week: 259.5
Current weight: 258.1
Lost this week: 1.4
Total lost to date: 6.0

Weight left to lose: 78.1

Please note, this is in US pounds.

OK, I'll take it.  I know I had a lousy dinner yesterday (25 Burgers*, but I am glad to see it wasn't taken out on my results too much.  Probably could have lost a little more, but a loss is a loss, so we're calling it a win.

So the Burfday is rapidly a-comin', the double quad.  FORTY FOUR.  Didn't make "Sporty by Forty" but it's never too late to try hard and make something happen.  44, not 84, you know?  "Sporty by Forty" was slightly more successful than my "More 69 in 96" (which was a damn good slogan, even if none of you ladies agreed!) but I think I'll avoid a new slogan for now.  Unless I come up with obvious gold.

Anyway, I'd like to be 20 pounds down by my Natal Anniversary, and it's a little more than a month away.  14 more pounds to go.  I feel pretty good about that, actually.  I think, should I manage to do 25 pounds by then (239.1 for those of you playing at home!),  I should get myself something cool.  I'm not sure what that is yet.  Oh, maybe a nice coin for my collection!  2014 Silver Panda, I'm looking at you!

When I get to 225 (39.1 pounds down), I plan on a small tattoo.  Something cheap, and I already know what it is and I think it's a suitable reward. That's pretty much where I fell off the fat wagon the first time.

When I break 200, I want to mark it as well (in some way other than umbilical hernia surgery which should take place at that time or therebouts.)

When I hit my goal, I'm stocking up on shirts at 5dollarshirts.com and getting a nice suit.

I don't even wear suits that much, but I might if I didn't look like I ate Bill Blass when I wore them.


* It's the name of a place, I'm no completely nuts.

ROUND 2: Week 1- FIGHT

Starting weight: 264.1

Weight last week: 264.1
Current weight: 259.5
Lost this week: 4.6

Total lost to date: 4.6

Weight left to lose: 79.5

Please note, this is in US pounds. 

OK, pretty happy about this.  

Last night an the beanery a co-worker who for the purposes of this post will be called Babs, because that's her name, offered up Chinese food as a dinner solution. I declined due to wanting to weigh in today and I'm glad I did.

Onward and downward!

Guess who I saw at Shop Rite the other night?

If you guessed Super Virile Asian Guy, you'd be right.  Still looks good, and he was wit, of all people a woman I used to see running in my old neighborhood.  We'll call her the Ginger Streak, although it implies she runs in the buff, which is not the case. 

I took it as a sign to get the blog going again.  I was gonna use the phrase "get the band back together" just yet.but then I'd have to get the band back together and I'm not ready for that just yet.

Anyway, I'll be back soon with a general life update.

Everything this is fat again. Yes I mean me.

ROUND 2 the start!

Starting weight: 264.1 (BANWAP*)
Weight last week: na
Current weight: 264.1
Lost this week: n/a

Total lost to date: n/a

Weight left to lose: 84.1

Yes, that's right, I'm back baby!  Got a new scale too. 

So my Fat content is a staggering 35.9 (I would be super cheap meat, but mmmm-mmm look at that marbling!)

Hydration level- 46.9.  Gotta read the manual about what that actually means, but I know it.

BMI- 37.5 (i.e. Tubby)

There will be some minor tweaks here and there but I expect to update Mon,  Wed and Friday. 

*BANWAP, thanks to Dan from the Resistors stands for Bare-Assed Naked Weight After Pooping.