I was going to write a post yesterday on how I seem to have plateaued a bit, about how Life Happened in the past two weeks, and how I Fell Off the Wagon (exercize-wise) and Am Crawling Back On.
Then this happened.
I went to the gym to do my workout and I weighed myself on the electronic scale. It indicates I weigh 175.0 pounds. I am not encouraged by this as I have been bouncing around from 174.6 to 176.6 in the past two weeks.
Graph showing 3 days of missing the gym in week 6 followed by graph showing that when I go to the gym consistently (Tue.-Sun. in Week 7), the weight heads in the downward direction.
I go ride the bike, because that’s what I do. I used to grade student papers on the bike, but I don’t have student assignments anymore. I bring my iPad and play my games. I actually keep my workout stats on a simple notebook page on the iPad now, but I digress. Just before my 20 minutes is coming up, the old guy I see there quite often whom I talk to sometimes starts talking to me at the end of his bike time, and as we chat away it adds another 3 minutes and 20 calories burned to my workout total.
At this point, even though it’s certainly not urgent, I feel I would be a little more comfortable for the rest of my workout if I go to the bathroom first. So I do. And I’m actually a little surprised at how much came out. So I thought, “Hmmm, I’ll go weigh myself again”.
So I did.
Are you sitting down?
I then weighed 173.8 pounds
Yep, over a pound of pee, and I’m pretty sure the scale hadn’t been re-calibrated in the 25 minutes I was away from it.
This makes me happy, because this brings the total amount of weight lost to …
7 pounds and … let’s see, convert decimal to ounces, set up equivalent fractions, cross multiply numerator and denominator and divide by the other denominator to solve for X:
4 = X
7 pounds and 6.4 ounces in 7 weeks!
Now, that’s a good amount, but it is a little behind if I really want to lose 25 pounds in twenty weeks. But it would be spot-on if I wanted to lose 25 pounds in twenty-five weeks.
I’m not so sure I want to endorse a “When failure is not an option, just move the goalpost” philosophy – not yet anyway – but I have to say that if on November 8th I weigh 161.2 pounds, I will not feel I have failed. I will be majorly jazzed.