257

Was gonna work out last night, but just never got there.

254

Did an hour in the gym yesterday, but after writing this earlier in the day, it's not really surprising to me that it was a really half-assed, unmotivated session. Also started working on a plan to get back to eating breakfast every day, which I'd kinda gotten away from. My whole eating regimen has got to change. It's almost reflex for me to work through lunch, because I've done it for years. But skipping breakfast too left my body wanting to hold on to everything in my gut, not to mention the fact that by the time dinner rolled around I could eat a horse every night.

254

Hour in the gym yesterday. Also went swimming in the pool. Had a killer steak for dinner, which probably didn't help -- but it was really good, so whatevs.

258

Does it help if I say that I just finished eating breakfast?
No, I didn't think so.

253

Full hour in the gym yesterday. Also started looking at my eating habits during the day -- and didn't really like what I found. Need to start drinking more water.

253

Bad morning. This is the only blog I can update without totally unloading on people. Also, I'm still fat.

251

Another right out of the shower weigh-in (the scale is in the bathroom). Do my clothes really weight that much?

254

I'm weighing myself before the football starts, because there's a slight chance I might be eating some really crappy food in the next few hours.

255

This seems to be the number I always come back to.

252

I don't understand these big jumps day to day. I know water weight varies, but 6 pounds? Really?

258

Haven't been to the gym in a few days. Feel like I'm going the wrong way with this.

260

My scale. My enormous ass. Disappointing.

265

I was able to weigh myself today, but it wasn't my scale.

257

Even though I put in a solid hour at the gym yesterday, I followed it up by a full night at the bar pounding shots and drinking waaaay too many "San Diego Summer Sodas" -- which is Michelob Ultra and Red Bull topped off with a lime. Danced a fool, stumbled home, and slept hard. I plan on hitting the gym again later today, and maybe even catching a swim if the weather holds out.

254

Lazy Saturday, mostly just screwed around doing nothing. Planning on going to the gym later -- but thought I'd get this out of the way first.

256

The first chance I've had to weigh myself today comes after getting home from having dinner with my son and his grandfather at a local Italian place. I'm so full of pasta and bread I'm flat out shocked this number isn't a hundred times higher.

253

Well, that theory was short lived. Been hitting the bar (the drinking one, not any of the ones at the gym) the past few nights, which surely isn't helping my cause.

248

Weighed myself when I got out of the shower this morning. Either that half an hour on the treadmill yesterday was exactly what the doctor ordered, or I have really heavy shoes.

254

Finally found my way back in the gym (again). Didn't go nuts, but broke a good sweat.

Our Records Show That You Are Still A Fatass

So I got an odd phone call today from my gym this morning -- wondering where I'd been.

A little back story here: The place I work has a really nice employee gym that everyone here raves about. Unfortunately, I'm a contracted employee -- which means due to insurance concerns I am not allowed to use it. I was on one of my annual pity-party health kicks at the time, and got sorta pissed about it until a friend turned me on to a sweetheart deal that one of the local gyms was offering.

I checked it out, liked what I heard, signed up -- and went gung ho for a while.

But then it fell off. I started making excuses, and kinda fell off the wagon. I haven't been there in months. The sweetheart price I got is because I signed a longer term deal, so the money still goes out every month -- which sucks, but every month serves as a reminder that I really do need to get back in there.

At the same time I'm not the only one out there who's ever gotten snaked in by a gym contract well after the point where they gave up on trying to get back in shape. Usually you have to consider it just part of the risk when you sign one of those contracts.

But to have them actually call and say, "Hey, we're still taking your money, but we would love to actually have your lard butt back in here once in a while so we can actually help you out." was an unexpected, and to be honest -- really nice surprise.

I really should get back in there one of these days.