Take care of yourself

Having to exert willpower to not eat sweets is the fucking worst. It still takes every fiber of my being right now.

 

January 31
115: after breakfast
117: after lunch
97: after dinner

 

Not a big fan of sweets, but pizza is my Achilles Heel.

 

I also haven't had mashed potatoes in 6 months. Well, once in LA in early November, but that during dinner with the folks.

But instant mashed potatoes were as regular a part of my life as carbs and drugs.

What's the point of even living without those things? lol

 

Haha. I love mashed potatoes. I'll eat an entire tub in a sitting. But I've been cognizant lately not to fall into that trap.

 

Chips and pop, man. Cool Ranch Doritos and a Coke? Oh, God.

 

Nothing makes me feel worse than drinking a pop. Luckily I'm constantly drinking\ cofee, but on the off chance I have a taste for a coke, I immediately regret it. Every time.

 

At my heaviest I was 45 pounds heavier than I am right now, and since I'm stronger now then back then, the fat difference is probably >45lbs...
I STILL don't buy a lotof the things I lived off of at my worst - cream cheese, bagels, corned beef, frozen pizza/burritos. And that was 10 years ago at this point.

 

I planned to go only 800 calories or so today but made it up to 1,100 in 60 minutes.

 

I’ve talked about it on here before, but one of my favorite challenges of the year is a tower race I compete in annually in early March with my brother and couple of other guys. It’s 45 stories up and down (elevator down) four skyscrapers in Chicago’s West Loop. And it is hellacious.

I always do OK as a runner, but last year I really put my all into it and accessed the stairs at the skyscraper I worked in a couple times a week. It was awful, but I finished 18th out of 1,200 or so.

Anyway, no skyscraper this year to train in, but I did jack the incline this morning on the treadmill. Did 5.0 at 15.0 grade for 10 minutes, then 5.5 for two more minutes before I had to drop it down to 3.5 and build my way back up, one tenth of a mph each minute up to five. I did that twice.

Hell of a 40-some minute workout.

 

Bumped into a couple we haven't seen in awhile last night (from DaughterQuant's volleyball circle), and they immediately brought up my weight loss. The husband then cautiously asked me, "Were you trying to lose?" LOL. I suppose if people are wondering whether you've fallen gravely ill, two things are true: 1) Your weight loss is truly obvious; and 2) You had a good bit of weight to lose!

 

The dad of a kid my kid plays footy with (follow that, genius) has lost so much weight lately, I was worried he might have cancer. Finally had the courage to say, Holy shit, you've lost a lot of weight... You okay? He very quietly had a "small" heart attack a few months ago and it scared the shit out of him. I would guess he's dropped 50 pounds in a few months.

Welcome, quant, to the "You've Lost So Much Weight You Must be Dying" Club. It's a compliment. I think.