New Week, New Plan and Still the Same Life

So there I was last Saturday afternoon.  I had eaten pizza and hot wings for breakfast and topped that off with Blueberry Cream Pie Ice Cream (the half gallon not the pint).  Now I was looking at the wrappers of the most disgusting lunch I’d eaten since February; a bacon double cheeseburger, side of fries, an order of everything on them fries, a vanilla milkshake, a large coke and not one but two apple pies when I get a text message.

“Come weigh in for the contest.”

Yep, two weeks after the end date we finally had the weigh in.  No warning, no planning and (I am sad and proud to admit) no last second vomiting.

I weighed and then I left.  I still have no idea who won, I was nearly the last to step up to the scale but one person is still unaccounted for.

Whatever, I’m not bitter.

So now I need a new goal and a new motivator.  I like having a finish line, maybe more solid than the contest’s but a legitimate time frame.

Here’s the next goal, 250 lbs by August 29^th.  Two and a half months until a trip to Minnesota for a few days to see my mother and go to the state fair.

Now the numbers, and for the record last week is the missing week and I’ll talk about them a bit.

	2/9/2012	6/1/2012	6/8/2012	6/15/2012	LW
Neck		17.00	17.50	17.00	(0.50)
Left Arm	16.50	14.50	15.50	15.50	-
Shoulders	58.50	54.00	54.75	53.00	(1.75)
Chest	56.75	50.75	50.50	51.00	0.50
Waist	55.00	48.00	46.50	47.00	0.50
Hips	49.00	44.50	44.00	43.75	(0.25)
Left Thigh	28.50	25.00	24.00	24.50	0.50
Left Calf	18.50	17.50	18.00	18.50	0.50
Left Ankle	10.50	10.00	10.00	10.00	-
Left Wrist	7.75	7.50	7.50	7.50	-
BP	159/104	137/84	136/86	132/79	-
Pulse	70.00	67.00	73.00	69.00	(4.00)
Weight	319.20	272.40	272.00	271.60	(0.40)
Contest	330.00			281.20	14.79%

Alright, see the weight on 6/8/2012, right up there (272.0).  One day later, ONE DAY!, and I weighed in for the contest at (281.20).  I shoved over NINE pounds worth of weight on in just over 24hrs.

Do you need a greater cautionary tale?

Then a week later, really just four days after getting back into the plan, and I am back on track and lost almost half a pound (really almost 10 of the gluttony weekend add on ).

Can’t wait to see next week and I’m already feeling better as the crap leaves my system.

Secretly it’s what you know but can’t say, you can occasionally indulge in a favorite food, but you can’t live fast food meal to fast food meal.

If only I could apply this mind set to exercise.

I am getting back into the morning work outs slowly.  Clearly if I was blowing it up I’d put up the chart with all the check marks and reps and other words exercise people use.

This will be the main focus of this time frame.  I have the eating and food more or less figured out, now I just need to integrate a sensible movement plan into my life.

Diary of a Fat Kid

Comfort foods, I have no idea what these are.  For me all food is comfort food.  I know the starchy beauty of Mac n’ Cheese, Mashed Potatoes and Spaghetti.

I indulged in the flavor and textures of steaks, chicken and fish.  I’ve demolished dessert tables and ravaged bread bowls.

All food is comfort food.  These days it’s hummus and celery sticks, or rice cakes and Nutella. 

I can’t pinpoint a single event that tied food to feeling good.  Every holiday, every birthday, every family gathering was a mixture foods and fun.  How can food not be tied to feeling happy when you have Thanksgiving?

Looking at how I motivated myself for diets in the past with a food based reward at the end and how plans that sell books today work with “cheat days” I can see a major flaw in the thinking of childhood me.

All good feeling do not require food, do not come from eating food and actually have nothing to do with food.

Crazy right.

After last weekend where I allowed myself to eat whatever I wanted I found there was no comfort in eating food.  If anything I was going through the motions.  I ate my favorite pizza (lasagna pizza with meatballs and ricotta cheese) and it wasn’t that great.

So for this week I’m working out more and becoming less addicted to needing to eat so much.

Maybe I need to find a therapist.

Later.