Blame it on statistical variance if you wish but, to my slight surprise, I weighed in at 170 lbs once more this morning, folks. So that is a loss of 1 lb on the week. If anything, I would say it was a tad below 170 lbs but let's stick to integers.
Yesterday's data (Friday) for completeness :
Calories : 1936. I have a feeling of having forgotten something but it is a bad enough total to confess anyway.
Exercise : Nil. Even worse still. But the supermarket trolley round hardly counts as exercise and, on return home, the light was fading, it started to rain and I just could not be bothered to get out. There : I have said it.
Not been my finest week, I have to admit. Lost the plot marginally on food intake, though exercise with 5 out of 7 days active reasonable. I still find I am prone to niggling injury after I have done my longer runs. I had hoped that, by now, that would have been overcome. Just got to be patient with my ancient legs and everything else, I suppose.
Mrs CITF was critical of the cut of my trousers yesterday. These are my comparatively new ones of 38in waist girth that I bought not too long ago. 36in size beckons I suppose. Blimey ! I think I must have been in my 20s when that last occurred. So mute indications of progress continue.
And so on with week 83. When will this ever end ? I suspect probably never; I think I will always have to be careful not to resume my Michelin-man lookalike self. But to reach my goal, it would be nice to achieve this by next Spring. Note the (hopefully) not too optimistic estimate here. My project is drifting into the background of my life; the tactics to reach my goal are fairly well entrenched in my conscience, if not my stomach ! So I know when I have been naughty. The trick is to catch myself, like a child, before being naughty.
Right. It is past noon. What can I have for lunch ?
ChrisITF