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Today’s Weigh-In: 312.2 pounds

Yeah, that’s a gigantic jump in numbers. I know.

I’ve been feeling pretty crappy this week – the sinus congestion in my head, the nasty postnasal drip, the sore throat, the coughing and phlegm starting to settle down in my chest because of the postnasal drip because to the sinus congestion, etc. It’s just pretty lame. And I’ve been sucked out of all my energy, too. Just feeling pooped.

And then yesterday, I tell a girl friend that I’ll help move some of her stuff (one of those I really don’t want to do this, but she doesn’t have any other guy friends to help out, and I am Big & Strong™ after all – I have to be honest and admit to liking being able to lift and carry large objects, that’s nice). That didn’t do me any favors, I don’t think.

At any rate, all this is sounding like a giant excuse for the fact that I’ve eaten like a grazing buffalo the past week. Cookies, Pop-Tarts by the truck load, fast food, no water, peanut butter toast (not real fun for the sore throat, as I found out), three giant slices of Chicago style stuffed crust pizza, candy bars: the works Basically, what it’s boiled down to is that whatever tasty thing I’ve had the slightest whim to put in my mouth, I’ve eaten.

It’s been a 1-2 knockout combo of being zapped of my mental willpower to make smart choices and just having the lame excuse of “I’m sick, f*** it. I’ll eat what I want.” Today’s been better, but not exactly by much. So I can’t even – or won’t, rather – make any prediction what the scale will say tomorrow.

All I can do for right now is find my spine and start making right food choices from here on out until I get to feeling better (still waiting on the pills I’m popping to do that). That started tonight and had better keep going from here on out.

The three day Memorial Day weekend is upon us, and I’m not sure how me being under the weather is gonna play into any plans I’ll make (got none right now, and that needs to change in a hurry). I think I’m going to go with a general bull rush and recuperate, then repeat plan. Have fun Friday night watching the fireworks for the start of the Rose Festival, take it easy and nap most of Saturday, do something plenty of fun Saturday night, do absolutely nothing on Sunday, and party/grill/party on Monday, but get to bed early to stave off a Tuesday crash at work.

And in the midst of it all, I need to do my best to keep a clear head, stay away from too much booze, too much beef, and any chips. But for now, I’m gonna go to bed early. That’s step one.