Today’s Weigh-In: 367.8 pounds 23 Days Until Goal Three 7.8 Pounds To Go 72.2 Pounds Lost Total
As requested, here’s Big Will’s big, bad turkey burger recipe. But be ye warned: as a free-wheeling, fly by the seat of my pants sort of guy, I will not be supplying exact measurements for the ingredients. Just do what I do: eyeball it and use your nose. If there are any particular amounts load up on or watch out about going overboard with, I will note that here.
This weekend, we had three packages of ground turkey that made about a million burgers (I counted), and I love me some big burgers. Again, nose and eyeball, and you’ll knock it out of the park (or, at least get close!).
Burger Ingredients
Ground Turkey (Durr. They are turkey burgers, after all.)
Minced Onions
Garlic Powder (You can never have too much of the stuff!)
Black Pepper
Dry Mustard (You need a decent amount to get the flavor.)
Dill Weed (Potent in small amounts.)
Jamaican Jerk Seasoning
Worcestershire Sauce (At least four or five gallons’ worth.)
Hickory Seasoning Liquid Smoke (Just a couple shakes. Be careful – the stuff’s strong!)
Combine all the ingredients together in a big bowl. I like to add the liquids last, but that’s just me. C’mon, you guys know how to make burgers, right?
Garnishments
A great burger isn’t complete with delicious bonus goodies on top of it! Here’s what I’d suggest:
Swiss Cheese (Melt some of that goodness on top of the patties!)
Salami (Sounds crazy, but the delicious deli meat is the big secret! Add a slice of salami to the burger. Do it!)
It was a rough, rough stretch last week, on a number of levels, including the health and weight loss front.
But, I’m happy to say things appear to be moving forward and the numbers are going down. I’m back to drinking a lot of water and making sure to stay happy and hydrated, along with tracking and planning my food intake.
Not much else to report other than I stumbled across an awesome turkey burger recipe for Memorial Day, which rocked all our socks off. (Go me!) If anyone wants it, I’ll post what I came up with for ya.
I’ve got a post in mind about winning the mental battle in store for tomorrow. See everyone than. Stay strong FATties!
I’m almost out of words at how frustrated I am right now. How do I GAIN almost an entire pound yesterday? My calories were on track!
Seriously. What gives?
Okay, time to get more stringent with retracing my steps. This isn’t luck of the draw or chance that my weight keeps skyrocketing up for no easily apparent answer this week. There has to be something causing my body to react this way. Once I find that out, then damnit, those numbers better start dropping again.
So, I HAVE TO figure out what that is. Here’s my thoughts: a helluva lot more water. Way more than what I’ve been drinking this week. Now that I think about it, my water intake has been low.
I’ve been working late at night and thereby waking up late. I have no idea if that affects anything in and of itself, but I’m sure getting 6.5 7.5 hours of sleep isn’t as good as a full 8 or 9. (Update/Edit: I’ve also been working out late, as well. Often between 11 and 1:30, and then going to be within two hours of my gym time. Not sure what effect that has, either.) I’ve been waiting an hour or sometimes more before eating breakfast; that got remedied today.
Still, those factors don’t seem to be enough to cause my weight to go up so quickly – if anything, it would seem to make it stall out. At any rate, I’m just really pissed and discouraged. BUT, I can’t give up or allow myself some “I’m bummed so I’ll eat unhealthy” meals. Hell no. I can’t quit now, and I won’t quit now.
Just like I said in my Fighting For Ever Inch! post a few days back, I fight for every inch, even when on days like today that I feel the mountain keeps pushing me further down. I’ll work my way out of this canyon, because I refuse to continue to be the fat guy.
Today’s Weigh-In: 373.6 pounds
18 Days Until Goal
3.6 Pounds To Go
And so the fight continues. In the interests of full disclosure, I only hit the 373 mark after about a dozen weigh-ins on the scale late this morning. So what happened yesterday. Let’s retrace my steps.
As I wrote yesterday’s blog pretty late in the day, I mentioned my nutritional pitfalls over the past few days (including yesterday). Crappy fast food on the road to work meetings, after which I try and compensate by eating a lot less, both in frequency and amount, the rest of the day.
Then, I ended up doing my lifting day workout (which I dominated!) after midnight last night. I got my post-workout protein after one and didn’t get to bed until 2:30 in the morning.
But, looking on the bright side, at least now I’ve identified the problem and am doing tons better today. The only foul up today has been that I waited about a hour and a half after I woke up to eat my first meal. So, the numbers better drop tomorrow morning; I’m sick of watching them go up the past three days.
Just another couple inches to get through. I don’t want May to just be a ten pound month, so I better up my game and quit allowing myself to give in on my diet.
Today’s Weigh-In: 373.0 pounds 19 Days Until Goal Two 3.0 Pounds To Go
I clocked in at 372.8 yesterday, and I bumped up to 373.0 today after my cardio day on Monday. I’m not exactly thrilled, but I’ve identified my problem (so I think): large caloric meals on the road. I compensate by cutting down on my meals and caloric intake the rest of the day, combined with my recent very late nights working with equally late wake-up times. Bad news all around, but now that I’ve got that sorted out, I’ll look for the weights to start going down again.
I’m a couple pounds from the 360s. I want to see 369.4 (that way, I won’t feel like I just barely snuck into the 360s) by Memorial Day. Six days for three and a half pounds? Let’s make it happen.
Good Progress, Yet So Far Yet To Go
I’m close to seventy pounds of total weight loss so far. That’s great. You betcha.
But even so, I’m still three hundred and seventy three pounds. I’ve got over seventy pounds to go to even get under the three hundred mark. And then, it’s another fifty pounds to get to the place where I want to be. On top of all that is the looming prospect of the excess skin removal surgeries I’ve got waiting for me (which freaks me out to no end).
It’s not that I’m feeling defeatist, really. I’m not considering throwing in the tall or anything foolish like that. Simply, the overwhelming weight and size of my situation just seems to loom rather large at the moment. It’s such a huge mountain, such a long and lonely road.
Sometimes I wonder if I can really do this. Can I?
No Mountain is Insurmountable if I Keep Moving
What can I do? Nothing more than to continue to fight for every damn inch in front of me. I’ve got one hundred and twenty pounds staring me in the face right now. I will change my life. One inch at a time. One pound at a time. One ounce at a time. One minute. Moment by moment. Choice by choice.
I’m going out to earn that next pound. The next sixteen ounces. And the next sixteen after that. And after that. I refuse to be stopped until I’m stomped my way through the next one thousand nine hundred and twenty of them. In the words of Al Pacino’s character from Any Given Sunday, I’ve had enough of things being taken from me.
Possibilities. Peace of mind. Opportunities. My future. Time to go push myself through the next inch.
You know when you get old in life things get taken from you. That’s, that’s part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out that life is just a game of inches. So is football. Because in either game life or football the margin for error is so small. I mean one half step too late or to early you don’t quite make it. One half second too slow or too fast and you don’t quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They are in every break of the game, every minute, every second.
On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our finger nails for that inch. ‘Cause we know when we add up all those inches that’s going to make the fucking difference between WINNING and LOSING, between LIVING and DYING!
I’ll tell you this: in any fight, it is the guy who is willing to die who is going to win that inch. And I know if I am going to have any life anymore it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch because that is what living is. The six inches in front of your face.