This past week has been uneventful as far as dieting and working out. I came down with flu-like symptoms on the afternoon of Feb. 15 and ended up with the flu and pneumonia until late in the afternoon on Feb. 19.
Eating the week of Feb. 8 was good during the day, but I am still having some problems with dinner fitting in with all the rest of what I am eating. Because of work, swimming and a power outage, I only had two workouts this week – one with Trevor Tieche (my personal trainer) and one without.
Jan. 26: Today was kind of a blah day. Eating went OK, but didn't get to eat dinner until almost 10 p.m., so it was very long between my late afternoon snack and dinner. Got very hungry and gave into some bread with my meat and rice. I am hoping for a good report at the end of the week.
Jan. 19: Back to the grind today. Did well on the diet with shakes, bar, fruit and balanced dinner. Four swim meets this week so it will be tough to get the workouts in, but we are scheduled for Wednesday and Friday night.
Jan. 12: Tough day. Spent the day cleaning snow from cars and moving cars everywhere - great exercise, but the boss bought Pizza Hut pasta and breadsticks for everyone for lunch - couldn't resist. I only had one breadstick and a couple of spoons of the pasta. It tasted good, but I felt guilty.
I have been overweight since second or third grade. If I sit back and take that journey, I can remember the hurtful names that kids called me. Not only can I remember what they called me, I can remember exactly who was doing the name-calling.
I think there should be more hours in the day. This past week was extremely busy and hectic. March 2, I was mandated at work. Mandating is when I have to work up to an additional eight hours on top of the eight hours I already put in for the day.
I’m happy to say that I weighed in the week of March 1 at 233.6, only 1 1/2 pounds away from being down 20 pounds. I am starting to accept what the scale is reading when I step onto it. My energy level is finally starting to increase.
Vegas was a blast. I absolutely loved it; I didn't love the scale, though. I gained 5.6 pounds. Wow, I guess I shouldn't have eaten that brownie or drank that second strawberry daiquiri, but heck, you only live once and everyone has their weak moments.
This past week was not a good at all. I was not feeling well five out of the seven days. The only day I was feeling well enough to make it to Weigh of Life was Feb. 6. I’m feeling about 80 percent better now, but still not up to par, though.