Week 8: Fin

After nearly 2 months of a steady workout regiment, Week 8 was the first time where I felt my resolve start to slip a bit. It was mostly little things: larger meal portions, less emphasis on weight during my workout, etc. I still haven't missed any workouts, but this was the first week where midway through the week I knew something was a bit off.

For example, at work one day, I had for lunch a grilled reuben sandwich with half a bag of pretzels. That's an old Chris meal. A new Chris meal would have eaten half the sandwich and a few pretzels. Part of my slip this week centered around a holier-than-thou complex that's been building inside of me for a couple weeks now. Whereas in the past I would not specify to people exactly how much weight I had lost, I was proudly telling people left and right this week that I had lost 33 pounds. And after hearing myself say over and over again how awesome I am, I started to feel invincible, and felt that I could just about anything and I would lose weight.

That's not accurate. The whole reason I've been shedding so much weight is because the diet and exercise portions both act as supplements to each other: they bring out the best in each other, like Heidi and Spencer only the exact opposite. And this week, I stupidly thought that I could just rely on exercise to carry the day, and could still eat whatever I want. No more Frosted Flakes burritos for me (although that does sound wonderful...).

So how'd I do?

WEIGHT AFTER EIGHT WEEKS - MIDNIGHT, MONDAY, JUNE 7, 2010: 274.7 LBS. (+5.7 LBS.)

Yikes. So the slip was more like...



FIVE THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND:

1. I ate a really big dinner on Sunday night. That could have something to do with it.

2. I ate a Tums right before weigh-in. I don't know if it weighed 5.7 pounds, but it could have...

3. This picture was taken Saturday night. Who the hell is this guy?

Compared to this guy, that is.


4. I figure there's been one bad week out of eight. Not too shabby.

5. And then this...not everything is bad



How do I feel at this exact moment? On a scale of Olga Sherer to Gilbert Grape's mom, I'm Eric Cartman in the "Weight Gain 4000" episode: I think I'm losing a lot of weight, but in reality, it's not going so well. "Beefcake! BEEFCAKE!!!"