Day 94: Okay, are you F*cking kidding me right now?!? Granted, the unseasonably heavy rain we received over the past couple of days prevented me from taking any hikes. But I’ve eaten really well without any cheating to speak of. I’m done f*cking around!! I’m gunning for you 199 pounds! There will be redemption!
Zero+ ; Quartet ; M: 154 ; C: 116 ; P/U: 70 ; W: 6 mi
Health R.O.S.
- Weight: 207.6
- BMI: 28.1
- Fat %: 21.4
- Water %: 57.3
And as far as drinking any beer? Not a chance in hell until I’m under 200 pounds. My motivation just kicked into high gear. Let’s get things going in the right direction – DOWN!!
Day 95: Redemption By The Pound
So, after my short, angry rant yesterday, I got down to brass tacks. First, I hiked six miles, ate impeccably well (with one exception), hydrated often, had a full, but early 3:30pm dinner, and made a small donation.
Zero ; Nickel ; M: 155 ; C: 117 ; P/U: Rest ; W: 4.5 mi
Health R.O.S.
- Weight: 205.1
- BMI: 27.8
- Fat %: 21.1
- Water %: 57.5
My small donation was none other than a pound of my own flesh. Put another way: I stopped by the Red Cross and donated a pint of whole blood. Obviously it’s a great feeling to donate blood knowing that it may save someone’s life. But more selfishly, I also know that it’s worth 1.08 pounds and 600 calories. This is, of course, not why I donate blood, but it’s a fantastic bonus, the cherry on top. Now I’m down 2.5 pounds.
After giving blood, I sat down at the snack table to wait for the prescribed twenty minutes before I could leave. Opening a bottle of water, something suddenly grabbed my attention. Amidst the selection of snacks was a single remaining package of Nutter Butters. It’s really hard to resist Nutter Butters. At least for me. They were a childhood favorite along with their equally irresistible stablemate: Oreos.
Since I had just given blood, I figured I could reinvest some of those 600 calories into enjoying a few cookies. And I’m glad I did. That’s why I got the Zero but no ‘+’ today. Otherwise, I ate perfectly.
Mindfulness of Breathing
For this morning’s meditation I continued to practice Mindfulness of Breathing. Distractions conspired to interrupt my focus, but I’m told that’s why it’s call ‘practice‘. One stubborn thought that continued to reoccur during my meditation was that of an upcoming trip to the mountains. I need to go up there to get everything ready for Thanksgiving because we’re hosting my wife’s entire family.
Contained within this otherwise practical concern was Drinkie plotting and planning his next escapade of binge drinking. Drinkie knows that the mountains are a trigger for me and wasted no time trying to hook my attention. He brought with him nostalgic memories of drinking Sam Adams Winter Warmer in front of the warm, burning hearths of yesteryear.
Well, fortunately for me, Drinkie hasn’t learned that popping in to tempt me during my highly aware meditative state is a non-starter. Within a few moments, I RAINed on his parade and sent him scrambling.
I am resolved that there will be no drinking until after Thanksgiving, preferably not until after achieving my first Thrice Lucky and weighing less than 200 pounds. That’s the goal anyway. It’s the redemption I need right now.
I may, however, cheat and have some more Nutter Butters while I’m there.
