Oh, did I mention that I’m posting this while eating a slice of leftover pizza for breakfast?
As I mentioned earlier I failed to weigh myself in July so I’m using a weight I noted in June as my baseline.
On one hand, if I gained weight from June to July then my weight loss could be a lot more than .2 pounds. That would be awesome.
On the other hand, if I lost weight between June and July then I actually gained weight during the one month I was trying to lose weight. That’s a scary thought.
So, what went wrong? Let’s take a look at the admittedly weak game plan I laid out in July:
Portion control — This was a major component of the plan because it looked incredibly easy to accomplish. Push the plate away, how hard could that be?
Well, after a couple of weeks of being good I fell back into the same old habits of coming home from work starving and then shoving everything on my dinner plate into my face.
Make healthier choices when I eat out — That one lasted for a couple of weeks too. A man can only eat so many chicken sandwiches with side salads before he says, “The hell with it, get me a cheeseburger with fries damnit!”
It also doesn’t help that I’m one of those stubborn, idiotic guys who just can’t bring himself to order a salad for lunch or dinner.
Exercise at least a little bit — I won’t even pretend this lasted for a couple of weeks because the truth is that it never happened at all.
Not much of a surprise since this is the one thing that was part of my plan that really takes a commitment of time and effort.
The layer of dust on my elliptical trainer is a little thicker now than it was a month ago … just like my waist.
Time to waddle back to the drawing board.