Only a half-pound. Small enough to be a rounding error. But my fasting blood sugar this morning was awesome, I had fun with my kids this weekend, I bought a pair of shorts with a 42-inch waist that fit beautifully (and a Cookie Monster t-shirt to go with them), and I weighed in mid-week at 247.5.
One reason for being up a bit this morning might have been that I didn’t poop yesterday. No, matter. That resolved itself this morning after breakfast.
I also made a few self-indulgent food choices this week, knowing which menu item I should pick while out at a restaurant but choosing something a bit more fatty and or carby, like having a BLT on whole wheat with a sugar crusted bacon and a few fries instead of a salad. Although, looking at that particular restaurant’s nutrition guide, their caesar salad with chicken has more calories than their “Half-Pound BLT” (as in they put a half-pound of bacon on it). Gotta love the way salad dressing can take a healthy meal of greens and lean meat and turn it into a festival of fat and calories.
When I have a little weight loss like this, the thing I feel worst about is that I’m somehow not meeting the expectations or desires of the people following my progress. Me, so long as the needle keeps moving downward and I’m not feeling starved or deprived, I’m good. So ever onward, no BLTs this coming week, and hopefully I can have a more significant number to report next week.
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Good for you, Greg! Every little bit is a big success! Keep on keepin’ on!
On behalf of hippie-ville, we are not disappointed.