Non sum qualis eram

Nine weeks into my ten week personal challenge and I’m calling it.  I’m not bailing on it, I just decided that I’ve made so many changes in what I’m doing that it’s probably more appropriate to start a new challenge.  Five weeks until my 36th birthday.  That’s also a much better target.

End result of the nine weeks is that I’m down 21 pounds.  That’s an average of 2 1/3 pounds per week.  I’d say that’s pretty respectable. It’s not Biggest Loser caliber but I’m also not sitting around on a ranch with a personal trainer and no other distractions.  Real life keeps taking precedence.

I really wouldn’t of thought I was doing that good.  Looking around though I can see certain spots that it’s showing in.  My wrists and face are definitely looking a lot different.  Top part of my belly is sinking in, but the bottom part… not so much.  I suppose that’s the price of aging.  Now when I lose it tends to come off kind of all over.  When I gain it heads straight to the ole gut.  I suppose stress plays a part in this, too.

I suppose that just means I’m gonna need to stick it out and lose all of it.

Most importantly, I need to keep up with the journaling.  When I’m jonesing for something, my memory just can’t be trusted.  I’m also sticking with the exercise and the vegetarian thing.   It’s tough keeping the protein up without meat but it’s tougher for me to control my portion sizes with meat.  Main changes I need to make are all upstairs.  I’m still eating something that’s off plan every 2 days.  Luckily we’re not talking massively bad.  I’m down to eating something massively bad once a week.  I would of swore neither of these was that often until I started the journaling.