The wedding photos were sent out about two weeks later and I was NOT happy with what I saw in those pictures.
I don't mean the wedding, I mean me. I looked F-A-T. As in "when I sit around the house, I sit AROUND the house" fat.
I hit a high point of 275.9 when I started on the weight loss. Now, I exercise, take long walks, and eat better. It's HARD as hell, but I'm doing it. I weigh-in on Monday mornings, because if I did it every day I would drive myself crazy.
As of last Monday, I was 258.2. After liberal use of the calculator, I've determined that that is a drop of 17.7 pounds.
Today though... back up almost a pound. But I have a good excuse! My wife and spent a long weekend up in Northern Maine.
Seriously, how could I be expected to control my eating in such horrible conditions?
I mean, good god. UGH.
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