204.8

Better...

207.0

Uhhh, yeah, I don't think I am going to get to 193 in four weeks...

206.6

Up 2.4 pounds after a weekend of Lori and I enabling each other.  I have been a little disappointed at myself over the last few months.  But, today is the first time in awhile that I remember being truly disgusted in myself.  Jerk.  Tonight, I start P90X over again and try to get busy once again.

204.2

I need to stay in Pueblo.  I do much worse when I leave town.  Up .4 pounds... could have been worse. 

203.8

LOL!  I had chicken wings for lunch and dinner and still lost .6 pounds.  Weird...

202.4/204.4

Started yesterday off down a pound and feeling good.  And then, that small part of me that is Spanish from my beautiful grandmother decided that I needed to celebrate Cinco De Mayo despite the fact that it's not actually a Spanish holiday. 

So, while out on store visits in Pueblo and focus groups last night in Colorado Springs, I indulged at Mi Pueblito... a Mexican restaurant that I just recently found out was now owned by an old friend... and Chik-Fil-A.  Somewhere in my celebration, I found two pounds.

203.4/203.4

Wow!  So disappointed in my weight yesterday that I even forgot to post it.  I think that is a first... other than the times when I couldn't.  Obviously, since today is the same, I don't feel much differently this morning.

203.6

I had a really nice weekend which is the only thing that keeps me from being really miserable when typing that weight.  Back to P90X this evening.

204.0

And so my quest to get below 200 begins again...

205.2

Gained .4 pounds.  But, after spending a night with my old friend, Joel Thompson, at my favorite restaurant, Mi Ranchito's, it was worth it.  I expected worse.  Earlier, I found out some bad news about a contest I had entered (more on that tonight).  After skipping cake and ice cream at a going away celebration at work, as I usually do, I ended up finding my way back to the kitchen for a bowl of ice cream when I heard the bad news.  I guess stress is still a food trigger.  Good thing I am not stressed that often!

204.8

My love/hate relationship with chicken wings continues!  Up three pounds.  I am down to two real addictions, chicken wings and  chips and salsa.  Had the former last night.  Will have the latter tonight.  205 here we come!

201.8

I didn't deserve a .8 pound drop.  But, for all those days when I did deserve a drop and didn't get it, I will take it!

"Yeah... I Know I'm Crazy"

About a month ago, Lori and I went to a Nuggets' game.  By the time I got off from work and Lori got out of jury duty, we hit the road for Denver.  After the game, while we were driving back, I asked Lori if she wanted to go for a walk when he got home. She laughed, as if I was kidding, and said no way.  We finally got home around 11:30 that night. 

While Lori was changing clothes, I started changing in to my workout gear and different shoes.  I asked her if I should take the dog and she yelled from the bathroom, "Are you really going for a walk?!".  My reply?  "Yeah... I know I'm crazy."  But, I needed to go for a walk.  I actually wanted to go for that walk.  At 11:50 PM, I walked out the front door and Duke and I set off on a 45 minute walk around the neighborhood. 

I will admit that there have been nights where I went to the club mostly because of my exercise streak.  In fact, when I was sick last week, there were two or three nights where it took every ounce of willpower and the thought of my exercise streak to get me in to that gym.  But, that night wasn't about the streak.  That night, like most nights, was simply because I wanted to get some exercise.  I was tired.  I would have liked to have gone to bed.  But, mentally, I needed to go for that walk.  That's how I feel most nights.

So, yes, I am crazy.  I will admit that.  It's a good crazy... crazy like a fox.  That's an improvement.  Last year I was still crazy.  But, it was more crazy like a hippopotamus.  Here's to having healthy obsessions...

202.6

I have learned over the last year that there are certain meals that make me gain weight almost just by looking at them... despite any semblance of portion control.  Turkey, mashed potatoes, and gravy are one of those meals.  Up 1.2 pounds.

201.4

Down 3.2.  Nuff' said...

204.6

It is so much easier to gain weight than it is to lose it!  Up another two pounds after enjoying a turkey dinner for Easter.  Now I start trying to get under 200... AGAIN!

199.4/202.6

Saturday saw me up .2... not bad.  Sunday wasn't so good.  After saying that I wanted to be permanently under 200, my latest streak lasted only two days... a full five days less than my previous three times.  Maybe 200 is really the ideal weight for me.  Maybe I am not meant to be 193 and need to let this go.  Not sure where the 3.2 pounds even came from.  Oh well...

199.2

Still under 200 and down .6 pounds.  My goal is to finally stay under 200 for good.  Not a couple days, not a week.  But, a permanent change.  I started looking back at my recent history and found that this is the fourth time I had gone under 200.  In my mind, I thought that the other times were only for a couple of days.  But, when I looked at the numbers, each of the three previous times I broke that mythical barrier I had stayed under for exactly a week.  Not sure what pushed me back over the first time.  But, the second and third time were due to a vacation to San Diego and a week in Denver at our annual meeting for work.

Last night, after a few co-workers and I had finished playing nine holes of golf, I really wanted to go to Coors with my friend Russ and have a slopper and some beers.  At the very least, I wanted to go to the golf course clubhouse and have a couple of beers.  If it had been last week, I would have gone.  But after finally getting back under 200 yesterday morning, I couldn't mentally handle going back over a day later.  So, I said no... and it was extremely difficult.  Instead, I went to the club and came home and did a few pushups and curls. 

Not sure why this particular weight means so much to me.  I know it shouldn't.  I would like to get to the low 190s so that I can go to Coors and not stress about it.  In the end, I am glad I skipped it and was rewarded with a pretty positive feeling this morning.  And, my friend even stopped by to tell me he skipped the slopper and beers as well and went home and had a grilled chicken Caesar salad because I had inspired him.  Nice.  That made my morning even better and validated that decision even more than the scale had.

199.8

With only .2 pounds to spare, it's probably a little premature to say this.  But, I am hoping that I never cross back over 200 pounds again.  I am hoping to do well over the next two weeks to give myself a little more of a cushion.  Needless to say, today needs to be a very good day.

200.0

Oh, come on man!