I have been pretty good on the snacking so far this month, with only a few crackers here and there, no giant sacks of donuts or triple layer cakes or anything.
We still have brownie mix in the pantry, though. Dun dun dun.
But the best news is that for four of five days so far in October I have been below 170 pounds. Yay. I am now reasonably confident I can end the month below 170 and keep pushing to my next intermediate goal of 160 pounds. Go lighter me!
I had breakfast, lunch and dinner, with no snacking (lunch included a Clif Bar, which I now always regret later . Sorry, Clif Bar people, it’s me, not you!)
As expected, I was up again, slightly, to 170.4 pounds. We’ll see if I balloon again in weight overnight and set myself with an easier challenge to lose weight for October.
As mentioned in the September 2020 weight loss report, I’ll be switching the frequency of these updates to weekly, monthly or never. I haven’t decided yet. The important part is the snack-free-ing will continue regardless.
While this month’s weight loss was more modest than August (1.4 pounds vs. 2.0 pounds), it marks a couple of important milestones:
For the majority of the month my wight was classified as Normal rather than Overweight as I hung around the 170 pound mark
I dipped below 170 pounds twice. That’s two times more than most of the year.
I am now lower in weight than I was on January 1st, also known as the Before Times
The last one is especially noteworthy. After switching up my weight loss plan about six weeks ago, I have for the first time ended a month at a weight lower than I started at this year. This bodes well for the future.
I remained donut-free.
Going forward, I may ease up on the official snack-free reports. On the one hand, it keeps me honest. On the other, it’s not exciting stuff to read, even for me. I can’t imagine another person or some scraping bot suffering through these every day. I’ll either do the updates elsewhere (“Dear Diary…”) or switch to a lower frequency for updates like once a week.
I am encouraged by these efforts and shall continue to work on getting closer to the thinner (but not Stephen King Thinner) version of me.
September 1: 171.8 pounds September 30: 170.4 pounds (down 1.4 pounds)
Year to date: From 171.8 to 170.4 pounds (down 1.4 pounds)
And the body fat:
September 1: 22.6% (38.9 pounds of fat) September 30: 22.4% (38.1 pounds of fat) down 0.7 pounds)
The dregs of the trail mix. Gone now, so they shall tempt me no more
A slice of toast with raspberry jam
A few crackers
Other than that, I behaved and did my post-work exercise again.
I was up slightly this morning, to 170.1 pounds, so my time spent below 170 was again confined to one brief but glorious day. I will predict that for tomorrow, the last day of the month, I will be up again slightly, but will be delighted and pleasantly surprised if I dip below 170 again.
A good day today, though I did have a small snack–a fruit/nut trail mix. But this is actually healthy food, although a bit calorie-rich when consumed in massive quantities. So I stuck to a small quantity.
I was up again, by 0.4 pounds, to 171.5 pounds.
I again make no predictions about tomorrow. I met all of my activity goals today but only did an official™ 15 minute walk, so exercise was minimal. But I cleaned and stuff, so that counts for something. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
Some mild cheating today with a few light tortilla chips and a couple of crackers, but I was otherwise good–and no takeout!
Surprisingly, I was down today, to 170.1 pounds. This time I am going to venture a guess on tomorrow’s weight and say I will be up, even after doing a good workout tonight, because bodies are wacky, mystic rhythms, etc.
Three square meals, that is, with no snacking in-between.
Two of the meals were take-out, though, and the only walking I did was to get to and from work–though I did get off at 41st Avenue instead of 49th, so I got some extra walking in (this was mostly so I could take the mask off ASAP and breathe/not have my glasses fog up).
My weight was up slightly to 170.7 pounds. I make no prediction for tomorrow!
I ate one more cookie today. I had to, in order to be rid of them. It was like a mercy killing. A delicious, chocolate chip-filled mercy killing.
But that was it for snacking today. I was otherwise good. I didn’t go for my normal walk/run but Monday is usually a day I take off because Mondays–cliches be damned–usually drag on interminably and are generally awful. Which today was.
I did go for two 15-minute walks, which is better than a kick in the pants, as they old saying goes.
Much to my cookie-laden surprise, I was down in weight this morning, coming in at 170.5 pounds. I am no longer going to guess what the next day will bring for my weight, because my body obviously moves to its own mystic rhythms.
But if I’m down again tomorrow, I’ll be rooting for more mystic rhythms in the future.
The problem with buying cookies is you end up eating some, but there are still more. The last time I did this I ended up “solving” the problem by gorging all of them over a couple of days. I felt gross, but it seemed better to get them gone than to have them hang around and get used to their sweet, delicious company.
So I’m kind of doing the same thing again. and I feel gross again. This is good, because it will reinforce why this is a capital letter Bad Idea.
My weight was up, but only by half a pound this morning. It will probably be up again tomorrow. Then I can spend the rest of the month working on what originally seemed like an easy goal–staying under 170 pounds–but which has only happened one time this month in total. Yikes.