last week was a wonderful and well-earned vacation. I half ass tracked and got the WI I earned from doing so. Luckily it was partially salt/water as I’m now back down to a gain of only .5 which makes more sense. I knew I’d over eaten and under tracked, but I didn’t think it was nearly 3lbs worth of actual fat. Knew I hadn’t been drinking nearly enough and am now back into my routine which will help.
Also wouldn’t change a bite of what I ate. Chocolate peanut butter brownie, homemade guacamole and chips and a local ice-cream place . . . → Keep Going: back on track
Had another gain this week and I’m not totally surprised because a) chocolate truffle dessert and peanut butter cup flurry and b) holy swollen hands. It’s “B” that bothers me the most because I have no idea what did it. Since IDing my sodium culprit a couple of weeks ago I have been very careful about labels, but there’s something hiding somewhere.
I missed my WI on Tuesday because I was traveling and when I weighed in on Wednesday I knew I’d be up in part due to a sodium bomb of a non-Subway sub for dinner on the bus . . . → Keep Going: Sodium, I hate you
March 11, 2010: Ft Lauderdale
209 was the number that got me on the road to Weight Watchers. Oddly, I know now that was water. It came only four days after I’d gotten on the scale for the first time in months to realize I weighed “only” 204. I’d expected a worse number after four-five months of eating horribly as well as the holidays. Sunday March 7 I just felt awful. I drank almost a 2 liter bottle of soda and I was retaining water. My back was hurting when I did the subway stairs. The 209 on the . . . → Keep Going: 209
Well after yesterday’s loss, it’s well and truly the off season. The Giants playing well had helped ease the pain following the first Yankee team not to make playoffs since 1993. I still can’t switch gears to baseball yet, it’s too damn cold. Anyway, my thoughts on the Giants season are here: Part 1 | Part 2
They were therapy to write. Cathartic. A good way to avoid the media, which is, as usual, acting as if the apocalypse is upon us. I swear the only thing I’m still reading because it’s realistic and not over-the-top drama is Vacchiano The . . . → Keep Going: 2009: The Off Season