First weigh-in since my last post was today. It came in at a whopping 304 pounds. Yikes. I suppose it didn't help that I went to a football game yesterday, where there was the overwhelming temptation of junk food galore. I fought it; I fought hard. But lost. One buffalo chicken sandwich later and I was in the fetal position, crying. Okay, I wasn't in the fetal position.
I need to put some perspective on my progress, though. Last June (2009), I weighed 350 pounds. So, I did make some progress. During the winter months, I joined a gym, and was going religiously. I was down to 285 at one point. I eventually wanted to get down to about 225, which is still above my ideal weight, but by no means unattainable.
Then, I lost my job.
When my lifestyle took a hit, I went right back to my old ways. Lack of funds prevented me from going to the places I usually went to get my exercise. Depression told me the gym could wait. I began eating again out of boredom. Talk about playing with my food; it became entertainment!
In the grand scheme, I suppose 20 pounds regained doesn't seem like much to a big dude. But, to me, it's a failure. A failure to exercise discipline and self-control. So, that being said, I just have to get back on the horse; a very big, strong horse with a high tolerance for pain. I have to show a larger scale of determination if I want to beat this thing.
In the next couple days, I'll start posting what I'm eating, and trying to eat, and what I'm doing to get off my butt to be active.
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