A Down Weigh-In (Oh Wait... Not THAT Kind of "Down")

Some days, I am just full of awesome.

I wake up with a spring in my step and a powerful sense of pride and purpose about the course I am on.

I work out with vigor and verve, pushing myself to the point where I’m a sweaty mess.

I eat mindfully and meticulously, and I know that I’m on the road to better days and a brighter future.

That was the way this week started… but I somehow farked my back up again late in the week. I’ve (temporarily) lost my mobility and lost my drive.

My workouts went pfffffft, and when my workouts go pfffffft, it’s hard for me to hold my eating together.

I swear I’m gonna get this ship righted, gonna get this train moving again, gonna get this show on the road.

But it won’t be this week…

I had a mind to skip out on my weigh-in this week, because I wanted to get rid of those out-of-town pounds before slapping numbers up on here again…

But that kind of defeats the purpose of this thing, huh? I mean, it’s okay to be Jokin’ Jack Flash five or six days out of the week, but there needs to be (at least) one day a week where I take a hard, honest look at my progress (or lack thereof).

So…

Weekly weigh-in: 225.7

Loss: +3.9

Total loss: -66.2

Emotion: Bent but not broken