
I gained three pounds and I'm OK with that. Let me tell you why.
First, about two pounds of that was stuff I ate right before the meeting, so it's going to vanish in the normal way in a day or two. I normally don't eat until after the weight in, but today work had an after-work get together for all the staff at Shänks. Not only did I eat too much, but I ate too much of the wrong stuff (should have stuck to the cauliflower). Meh, it was still good. Ironically, the first thing we talked about at the meeting was the fact that chicken wings are three points each. Whoops.
The other pound is probably the fact that I ate like a hog this week (I went on a cookie binge). Combine that with only just returning to jogging, so my metabolism has gone down a notch and there's all of the weight gain.
Next week I should be back to "normal", then I can continue to my goal, which I should make in another 3-4 months.
Six months ago, this would have been a devastating setback, but now it's just one of those things. I've already lost 60 pounds. I only have 15 more to go, so I know I can do it. It's just a matter of sticking to the program a little longer. There's a confidence that you gain from doing something once - what was done once can be done again.
More confidence comes from the fact that summer is coming - it's just easier to lose weight and keep it off during the summer as you have so many more opportunities for physical activity.
I ran at the oval last week and on Monday, which gave me the chance to "re-calibrate" my stride. I'm now running a kilometer in 900 strides, which means I'm even faster then last fall. Today I ran outside for the first time in over a month. I was charging up hills, leaping over sheets of ice and generally taking great joy in running flat out. It was fan-fucking-tastic! I think I did 6K in about 32 minutes.
If I could be this confident in my dating prospects I'd be a happy man.