I weighed in this morning at 205.8 pounds. I know I wrote earlier that when I hit 205, I would allow myself some ice cream. It's been sitting over there in the freezer for over a week, just waiting for me.
But that point 8 is where I have a problem. I don't think I can allow myself to have the ice cream until I hit a solid 205.0.
I did waver a tiny bit and allowed myself to have few tastes. They were awesome.
I've probably blown it now for tomorrow but it's coming closer each day.
I bought myself a half gallon of Chocolate Brownie Fudge Ice Cream, but I will not allow myself to have any until I hit 205.0. And of course, when I hit that milestone and get to eat my ice cream, I will gain weight again. However, reward is a big part of my weight loss regimine.
I plan to get out on the bike today for a long ride. I have the battery all charged up and I'm ready to get out and hit the road...and in the process, get some exercise.
My exercise for the last couple of days has been in the yard, loading chunks of cement into the truck.
We started out with this.
Because I'm with me almost every day, I don't really notice the changes going on involving my weight loss. But I had a nice weight loss result today. I had to cut another notch into my belt.
It got me thinking that there are some pants I have that I've not worn in a while because they didn't fit. I need to seek those out and see if I can get into them now.
I got as low as 207 pounds a few days ago, but I've been hovering around 209 since then. We did a bunch of yard work yesterday, breaking up an old concrete slab, so that was my exercise for the day. It didn't seem to promote weight loss.
God has such a wonderful sense of humor.
I went out to Idaho yesterday to fill up the truck. Gas is $4.40 a gallon over there as opposed to $5.20 here. It also gives me the chance to visit the liquor store. I added another stop at Buck Knives and bought another knife like the one I lost.
I told the cashier I was buying it so I would find the one I lost.
Well, it worked. I stood up from one of the kitchen chairs just now and felt a hard lump on the back. There, clipped into a little hole in the chair fabric, was my knife.
I am baffled. But God is funny!
My efforts to lose weight are paying off. I hit 210 pounds on the scale today. I don't think I've weighed that in 20 years. I guess I'll go back and check this Blog and see if I have any weight postings. I mean, that was the whole point of this Blog when I started it.
I can't say that I take a lot of credit for the weight loss. I still have pretty crappy will power but I have good days, like yesterday, where I fight it, and beat it. At least for that day. The main factor is that my appetite has dramatically decreased. I just don't eat that much and when I do, I fill up fast.
The App I'm using says that I'm on a trend of losing about a pound and a half a week for over thirty days.
Update: I just checked my first entry for this Blog back on September 17th, 2007. I weighed 215.25 pounds. So I think this is definitely my lowest weight in 20 years.
Just ten pounds to go to reach my goal.
Apparently, finding an old lost knife creates a curse on the present knife that leads to its misplacement.
That appears to be what has happened. I was using my knife out in the backyard yesterday while working on my e-bike. Now I can’t find it and I’ve had to replace it with the knife I found last week, as described in the previous post.
I know the knife is just misplaced, temporarily lost. I will come across it. It is somewhere in the yard or the house.
I have thoroughly checked the ground where I was working. I checked all my tools I had with me at the time to make sure it didn’t get mixed in with them. I have looked through all my pockets. I even checked the saddle bags on the bike. I have a vague memory of placing the knife on the bike rack between the saddle bags and thought, maybe the knife fell into one of the bags. But no, there is no knife in there.
So, I have pulled out the old knife I just found and have that on hand until I can locate my primary knife.
It’s tough living with a curse.
