So it’s been what, three weeks since I worked out? Are you keeping track? Neither am I really…
But I got this amazing head cold. Oh the gory details I am sparing you! But it’s finally in the clearing stages, I hope, and I woke up today pretty motivated.
You see, I’m getting on an airplane in five weeks. My annual business trip is upon me, and I woke up just sick that I’m still fat and will have to overflow my seat into some other person’s seat, and who knows, if it’s Southwest Airlines maybe even be asked to leave…
It’s not a thing I look forward to. I keep thinking, it’s only in San Francisco, maybe I could drive…
So I wake up feeling pretty good and feeling really motivated to do the best I can for the five weeks I have remaining until I board the plane, so I get up and have a delicious Isagenix shake (peanut butter and chocolate is the best – easy on the pb!) and run down to the gym.
Now the gym is my “official” scale. I’ve been to so many doctors in the past three months, and all of their scales are all over the place. One has me at 415, another has me at 390, that’s a pretty big range.
I wasn’t really worrying about food intake, I was worrying about feeling good. I found that eating helps the achy feelings – so I feel like I’ve been eating a lot. So the thought of getting on the “real” scale was, um, let’s just say I wasn’t looking forward to seeing how far I had slid.
392.
Last time I weighed myself after one week of working out and Isagenix I was 391. So basically I’m still there – I don’t have to start over again.
That’s a nice surprise indeed.
Doug Losing Weight 