Wow, three weeks already come and gone, and you knw what...I weighed myself earlier. 226lbs. This Diet of Public Humiliation rocks!
So okay, my narrow-waisted friend, it's been a few days, but I suffered an honest-to-goodness relapse of the coughing and night-sweats and it was, let me be clear on this, very unpleasant.
But now everything is hunky-dory because I'm better, and I have managed to get safely under 230 that I don't fear I might go back over because of one bad doughnut day.
An online Body Mass Index calculator says that to be a "normal" weight, I should be between 137 and 183 pounds, which is to say, have a BMI between 18.5 and 24.9. Currently my BMI is 30.6, which means I am obese. I say that the BMI is a giant crock of doo-doo. It's designed to make everyone feel fat. Seriously, a 6ft tall man who weights 137lbs is going to look malnourished, I don't care what some chart says. Rest assured, 140lbs is not my goal. Right now, 220lbs is. We'll see what happens when I get there.
Food has been fun lately - we made veal and zucchini pasta last night, and it was delicious. Did you know that if you julienne zucchini fine enough and heat them up, they turn into a creamy sauce? Isn't that amazing?
Exercise has taken a hit with me being sick - I meant to start the shred but it's no fun when you cough and get out of breath in the first set of exercises. Once this crap is clear of my system I will be working out and letting you know how the pounds are simply falling away.
We finished the bedroom and the office floors, trim and everything. They look great, and I'm typing this sitting at my desk. Once the pictures are up and the clutter is gone there will be pictures, I promise.
But right now it's 1:30pm and I should go have some food and then do some work. I'm going to leave cutting the grass till this evening when it might actually be a little cooler.
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