4XLT

Today’s Weigh-In: 324.8 pounds
Yesterday’s Weigh-In: 325.4 pounds
Next Goal: 299.8 pounds
Pounds to Go: 24.0 pounds

Let me get this right out there in the open: I gained more then ten pounds while I was back in Oklahoma for my sister’s wedding. I don’t really know whether to be really pissed and dissapointed at myself or to just try and learn from what happened and move on. I’m leaning towards both, though.

But let me hit the highlights real briefly, and then I’ll talk about what’s next:

The Good

Compliments. It’s nice when people notice. I won’t lie.

My new nickname: “Half-Pint.” So, I went (somewhat grudgingly, at first) to the Hominy, OK house church with my best bud Nate Saturday night and had a really great time, both socially and spiritually. But in the midst of talking and goofing off, I got dubbed with a new nickname: Half-Pint. But, when I get to my goal weight under the 250 mark, that will all get changed to Quarter Pounder.

Broken Glasses & Contact Lenses. I broke my glasses during the reception at my sister’s wedding Friday night, and then stumbled around half blind the next two days. While that’s not great in and of itself, I ended up finally taking the plunge into contact lenses (and have subsequently purchased some sweet tortoiseshell Ray-Ban Wayfarers). These things have a brutal learning curve, but I’m determined to stick with it.

The Bad

I talked the talk, but didn’t walk the walk. I wrote here on 4xlt about how I was going to write up a meal plan and try to follow it, but allow a few splurge of Mom’s home cooking. That didn’t happen. At all. What did happen was me grazing from the M&M’s dish in the den, drinking beer with friends, and eating lots of fried food (and feeling good about it).

Deliberate dehydration. Normally I drink a ton of water while I’m at work. Lots. However, while I was back home, I rarely drank anything outside of what I would drink at meals (at home: Diet Coke, eating out: Diet Coke and water). I’ve learned that annoying, uncomfortable things happen to my body when I don’t keep my water intake up (and I’ll leave it at that).

Delicious, wonderful Boulevard Wheet Beer. I’m not much of a drinker, and never, ever the type to get drunk (I get that from my dad). I’ll have a beer or cocktail (a Bronx made with Tanqueray #10 gin, please) maybe once every 1-3 weeks. But while I was back, I was drinking one or two drinks every couple of nights. Probably four or five nights out of the nine I was back? Not exactly great for the weight loss front.

Where Do I Go From Here?

It’s a week until Christmas (HOW IN THE WORLD??), and I’ve got just one, singular goal: quit talking about my food plan and actually follow it. Not just calories, not just half of the time, but actually man up and eat right for one week. I’ve never done it before, so I’m gonna cook up my chicken tonight and hit the ground running in the morning.

As of right now, I’m planning on using a very basic menu: chicken and turkey for protein, whole wheat bread for carbs, and cheese and nuts (probably almonds) for fats. Carbs in the morning. No fats with carbs. Protein with every meal. Eat green veggies at night.

And I give you all full rights to call me on my general patheticness if I don’t stick to it.