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Today’s Weigh-In: 330.4 pounds

Okay, the Unrepentant Weekend of Wanton Carelessness is behind me, along with one day of good eating. The scale is still being weird, but it settled on a number today, which is good.

I’m back to tracking my food intake and aiming for some rough macronutrient numbers. I got myself into a bit of a jam this weekend with the cash flow, so I’m going to be living as cheaply as I can this week until my paycheck hits, and then I’ll be moving forward with my much better organized meal plan and returning to regular trips to the gym.

But the base is right eating, which I can do. Which I’ve proven I can do.

It’s time for Round 2 of Will’s weigh loss adventure: the last hundred pounds (roughly). It’s a great time for the beginning of my office’s Biggest Loser challenge to start, as I weighed in today. It goes for 12 weeks until mid December.

I’m going to dominate, not for the sake of winning alone or bragging rights (although those are nice), but to use the competition as a way to stoke my fat-burning fires and get me going in the right direction at full speed.

I think it’s fitting, as it was a friendly competition with a friend back in January that originally had a jump start effect on me to begin with.

Here we go!

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Today’s Weigh-In: 327.X-328.X?
(The scale was giving me wonky “ERR” messages and wouldn’t settle down on a number, but it was fluctuating from 324 – 331. Most of the time, it was between 327 and 328. So, I’m saying that’s my best guess, but who knows it very well may be much higher.)

Nine months. I’ve been at this thing for nine months and finally have hit a wall. The past couple weeks have been a ridiculous battle of two steps forward, two steps back. I make progress in the fat loss department over the course of a week, but one single, measly cheat meal knocks me back up several pounds.

I just had enough and needed to blow off some steam. So, I did.

I ate poorly the whole weekend. Not even by accident – I deliberately went out of my way to chose poorly. I wouldn’t say I loved it, in fact, it left me feeling sick to my stomach at times, but it was nice to just let go for a brief period of time, consequences be damned.

Friday night: A half ton of Italian food, pasta, cheesy garlic bread, clam chowder

Saturday: McGriddles and hashbrowns for breakfast. Two Krispy Kreme donuts two and a half hours later. Greek food and enough pastries to make me sick? You betcha. 2 McDonald’s McChickens 20 minutes before I went to bed.

Sunday: Grilled Chicken tenders and fries for an early lunch. Cinnamon roll, ranch Corn Nuts, sweet potato fries for dinner (that combo make me pop some Rolaids, for real). Quarter pounder burger and fries for a late, late dinner.

I’m not an emotional eater, so I don’t binge eat like this. In fact, this is the first time in my health journey that I went out and made an extended series of poor choices past a single, isolated meal. But, in a weird sense, I’m glad I did – it’s really let off some pressure, and now I can get back to obliterating all the fat I’ve got hanging on my body.

However, there were a number of times during all the socializing this weekend that people said how good I looked. It was especially encouraging take all my 4XLT coats and jackets to Goodwill and give them away because they were way too big. And, it was also great to walk into Kohl’s and buy a new hoodie – in XXL!

So, I’m sure there’s some bigger lesson to be learned from this weekend, but I’m still processing through it, so I’ll have to get back to you tomorrow about that.

You know what is supposed to happen when you keep your calories in range, drink plenty of water, and workout?

You’re supposed to lose weight.

That is, unless your name is Will. Then, your body does the exact opposite.

You hit a new low, and then the weight loss stalls out for a few days. You continue eating right and working out, and then have one less than perfect meal and your weight goes up five pounds. And then, your body still refuses to lose any weight for several days afterwards.

I am getting so mentally worn out right now.

Nothing I am doing lately is working. Well, it’s working, as long as I am 100% on target and don’t deviate in the slightest. Because when I do, I don’t just not lose weight. I don’t even gain one or two pounds. I gain five whole damn pounds, AND THEN my body refuses to shed it off even when I bust my ass in the gym and continue to eat well.

I can’t be perfect 100% of the time, but if I’m not, my body makes me pay for it big time (see my previous post). It’s leaving me really worn out.