An old friend with whom I’d recently caught up again, unexpectedly, split for home. She’s up with a new blog. I read her comments about not being able to go home again, and wished I could have written something similar when departing Texas to head back to Connecticut.
Another week of slack. Another week static at 184.
Oh, well, at least it’s not cruising the other way.
One of the things that is working for me this time around is weighing only once a week. My lovely and longsuffering wife turned me on to this – the idea is that since weight can fluctuate on a less-than-daily basis, it’s easier to track long term trends by weighing yourself only once a week. Granted, it makes it easier to blow up, but there’s no lulling into a false sense of security by a one-day water loss.
I’ll also send a shout out to Lafe Runs. Sounds like there’s another brother out there fighting the battle of the bulge. Here’s to all fighting the good fight.