I had so much information I wanted to get out yesterday that it completely slipped my mind to write a TFMC post. I did actually weigh myself yesterday and was surprised to see that I lost one half a pound. Alert the media.

I’ve come to grips with this being a work in progress and the fact that our life right now is too crazy to put a lot of focus on weightloss. What kills me though is that I actually am sacrificing and still not losing. Jaime gets to eat peanut butter filled Hersey Kisses while I, at best, eat some jello with non fat Cool Whip.

What’s shocking about this is the rate that I must have been gaining weight at before I stopped the crap. You tend to not be interested in weighing yourself when you know the news isn’t good so for a long time I never got on board. I sort of wish I had now because I must have been packing it on at a startling clip. I have no other explanation for why I’ve cut out so much but haven’t lost much. I guess its a good thing I stopped when I did!

I’m really getting anxious for warm weather! I want to get out there and run. I want to get out and hike with Jaime and Aidan and the dogs. Eventually I even want to get out on the bike again when I’m reasonably certain my weight won’t buckle the aluminum frame like and empty beer can. Baby steps though. I have to run for a half hour without blood coming out of my eyes.

Weight= 247.5
Body Fat %= 38%
Pounds Lost= 3