Wrong direction, cont'd

229.0 this morning. I rode in yesterday morning and everything. As penance, I'm riding home tonight, then riding in tomorrow morning AND riding with the One True "Fat" (but not fat at all) Cyclist tomorrow afternoon. Wish me luck. I'll at least be dehydrated enough to make my weight artificially low.

That worked

Part of losing weight is the gradual stripping away of illusions. Like, the illusions that I'm in shape, or don't eat that much, or that I exercise a lot. Oh, and the illusion that I weigh, for instance, 223.5 pounds.

On Friday my new scale, which I have previously alluded to, showed up on my doorstep. I avoided it Friday night and for most of Saturday but eventually I couldn't put it off any longer and removed it from its fancy packaging, set it up, and stepped on it.

It told me I weighed 232 pounds.

OK, it was at a different time of day (I always weight myself first thing in the morning) etc., so I didn't take it too seriously, though I suspected my old scale was optimistic. Just not that optimistic. This morning when I weighed in, it told me 228.2. I did a calibration test against my old scale, which said 223.5, so I at least know I didn't somehow gain almost 5 pounds over two days.

I'm going to use my numbers from the new scale, and I'm still gonna try to hit 208.5 by Thanksgiving, which means I'm actually trying to lose 24.5 pounds or so. Serves me right for being so goddamn fat.

The new scale also tells me lots of other numbers that fill me with despair and self-loathing, but I'm not going to share them here.

Also

Please enjoy the newly-added links to the right.

223.5

I must be dehydrated. I sure am hungry. Down another 2 pounds this morning, though I suspect it's an anomaly of some sort.

Though I do think the no-eating-after-7pm rule is very good.

225.5

I appear to have undone the San Jose trip damage... back to 225.5 this morning.

I'm enjoying the constant hunger, in a perverse way. Off to physical therapy now...

Fun Fat Fact

Most of the weight one loses, one loses by exhaling. It's true. Trees are made of air. Air is made of fat.

Wrong direction.

Sure enough, back to 227.0. I'm going back to the "small dinner/no eating after 7pm" rules so we'll see what that does for me. Other than make me super, super grumpy.

Unknown weight

But I'm dreading getting on the scale tomorrow morning. Got down to Palo Alto on Sunday, stayed up until 1am drinking beer & whiskey, woke up the next morning to giant pancakes, followed by In-n-Out Burger, followed by more beer, then lots of chicken & pasta, then more beer and whiskey. Oh, and let's not forget the sangria. And shots of something whose name and number I do not know.

And now I'm stressed out by missing two days of work. Crap, crap, crap. My morale was pretty high there for a while, though.

Oh: I'd nearly forgotten another meal at In-n-Out at 2am last night/this morning.

Inspiration

Or shame. This guy calls himself the Fat Cyclist though he ways nearly 60 pounds -- wait, that's SIXTY FUCKING POUNDS -- less than me.

I've met Elden a few times, at the starting lines in races. The next time I see him is at the start line of the next race we do together, since he's so much faster he's long gone by the time I finish said races.

Eatin'

I went to cafe flora and managed to resist the call of Hoppin' John fritters with their attendant mayonnaise. Instead I ate oatmeal, and drank water.

Weight this morning: 225.5 though I attribute that to some statistical anomaly or dehydration.

Since I like to think I can solve problems solely by spending money, I'm going to buy a sleek new scale over the strident protests of my wife.

The battle is joined

This morning, I ate my last donut until at least Thanksgiving. Last night, I drank my last Coke until... crap, maybe next summer.

Current weight: 228.5. But I'm big-boned.