8:05 a.m. Oatmeal, 120 calories. Off to a great start
10:14 a.m. Protein Bar, 180 calories. Then I'm off to the gym. I leave early to avoid temptation. I end up bumping into a coworker outside of work and talking for a while. I end up doing cardio for 15 minutes. I still feel like I ran a marathon, but I only burned around 200 calories. Damn. I'm in way worse shape than I thought I was.
The big news, I weighed at the gym and was tipping the scales at... are you ready? 179.6. That's a whopping 8 and 1/2 pounds less than Monday. Woo hoo! Losing 4 pounds a day. I'll hit my target weight in less than a week. How awesome is that?
Ok, small confession. This weight loss thing is being sponsored by my work. I had an offical weigh-in and I prepared for it. I drank a good 70 ounces of water in the 30 minutes or so before my weigh-in (you should have seen my dancing around while I was waiting for the nurse to weigh me. I had to pee so bad I could barely stand it). I wore an extra shirt, had a few dollars in change in my pocket, I even went so far to try to constipate myself for the couple of days beforehand in an effort to be as bulky as possible. I've been weighing several times a week for most of this calendar year and my weight has almost always been between 175 and 180, so today's seems pretty legit.
Still, it was encouraging enough for me, it's all about my psychological well being here after all.
12:30 p.m I had a bowl of chili. I went back and tried to figure out how many calories was in a bowl. I figured 250. So I had a bowl I brought from home and that second sugar cookie I mentioned in yesterday's post. Another 73 calories there.
3:03 p.m. I had an apple, stupid thing. 90 calories and tons of sugar.
3:24 p.m. I forgot, apples aren't very filling either, I had an oatbar too, 180 calories. Damn, these are starting to add up.
6:15 p.m. I won't be able to eat supper until pretty late tonight, I decide to pick up a small, healthy snack from Wendy's, since I'm stuck on campus until my step-son gets out of class later. I get an order of those boneless wings to tide me over.
Holy crap! Those are 550 calories? How is that possible? They didn't even almost come close to tiding me over. Gee whiz. I'm in trouble now.
8:45 p.m. I got home a few minutes earlier than I expected, the missus had a bowl of hamburger helper sitting there waiting for me. Yum! I wolfed it down and noted the calorie content. 270 calories total. Man, I should have had more. By my calculations I'm only over my goal for the day by 4 calories. That is pretty successful.
9:15 p.m. I see the wife walking around eating a chocolate swirl thing and I want one pretty bad. I bolt for the kitchen and am about to scarf one down when I realize that I don't have to give in. I can do this. I remember I have a beer in the fridge and, quite logically, realize that if I drink a beer I won't crave any sweets for the rest of the evening.
My beer is 159 calories. Well, I blew today's goals as well. No denying that now. Tomorrow will be better though. I'm sure of it.