What a Ride

It’s hard to believe that just one short week ago I was bragging about dodging bullets. For those of you keeping score at home, here’s what happened next…

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Return to Onederland thrill ride at Back to the Fridge Fun Parks of America. Please take your seats and pull the safety bar down into its locked position. Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times. Thank you and have a great day.

Monday: After Sunday’s official weigh in of 209.5, I was up a half pound to 210 this morning. I’m not in the least bit surprised since I had bullets again for dinner (this time in the form of Long John Silver’s chicken planks. Oh my, oh my. Them’s delicious eatin’.) Anyway, today turned out to be a great day. I was back on track and I happily avoided further cookie dough and chicken plank disasters.

Tuesday: Despite my best efforts, I had forgotten one small fact: that no tasty eating goes unpunished. The stark “211″ staring up at me from between my two big toes this morning demonstrated this principle once again. Still, I didn’t let it get me down. I stuck to the plan and now had two good days in a row. Tomorrow will be better.

Wednesday: Crap. 211 again. And I was so thrilled to be back under 210 too. How many times do I have to do this before I learn: do not celebrate weight loss goals with cookie dough and chicken planks. Still, I stuck to the plan and now had three good consumption days in a row.

Thursday: Dejected but undeterred, I stepped on the scale this morning only to have my eyeballs pop out. But in a good way. It said 208.5. Holy moly. I dropped 2.5 lbs overnight? Well, that sure helps make up for the days where I’ve mysteriously gained three pounds overnight. Okay, this is good. But let’s not start “celebrating” again, okay?

Friday: Fully expecting an upward course correction, I stepped back on the scale first thing this morning and saw 207.5. Wow. Another pound down. This is crazy. But in a good way.

Saturday: Traditionally the day where everything reverses on me, I hopped up on Mrs. Scale this morning only to be stunned for a third day in a row when she reported 207.0. I spent most of Saturday eating right—that is, until I ran smack dab into two beers, chips, and salsa late in the evening. So close! Checking to see the overall damage for Saturday, I was relieved when The Daily Plate told me I was technically 66 calories below target for the day.

Sunday: Regardless of being under calories for the day, the snacks came pretty late: like around midnight. So I didn’t have much hope for another drop on today’s official weigh in. Sure enough, it was back up one and a half pounds to 208.5. But that’s okay, because that’s still a net loss of one for the week.

Here’s the chart:
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Onederland Update

Day 77
Starting Weight 224.0
Current Weight 208.5
Change from Last Week -1.0
Lost So Far 15.5
Pounds To Go 9.5

Check it out. I’m now less than ten pounds from goal. And that reminds me: now would be a good time to actually define what “goal” means. Sure, I’m trying to get back to Onederland, but to call this particular phase a success, I must have an entire week at or below 199. That way I know it’s not a fluke. Plus, that will also prevent me from hitting it just once then popping open the cookie dough and chicken planks to celebrate.

And what about the outlook? If this were, say, February or March, I’d say the odds for hitting this goal soon were pretty high. But unfortunately we’re starting to head full steam straight into (insert ominous soundtrack here: bom bom bom bommmmm) THE SEASON. If I can come out of it at the exact same weight I go in, that would be: 1) a miracle; and 2) something that hasn’t happened to me since … well, since ever.

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