I tried really hard this week and on Monday got on the scale and was 3 pounds lighters than last Thursday. So I decided I was going to get back into the jug club and started guzzling the water. I had to get a gallon down. And for the past 2 days I have. Yesterday, I got on the scale and was at 308.4 and so relieved. And today at what I consider my official weigh in for the week it was back up at 310.4. So I honestly don’t know what the hell I am doing. I know I didn’t eat enough yesterday. That might have something to do with it. It just didn’t happen. So if you follow me on Twitter and you see me post a # that’s that days weigh in without saying anything else really. That will keep me honest and motivated and in check. But I am down 3 pounds from last week. I am at a 102 pound total loss. Could be worse. I want these 10 pounds to come off so bad thought that it kinda gets into your head.
I went to bootcamp every day this week. My truck just drives there automatically. I went to OTF on Monday and Tuesday and my legs and ass were on fire. So I took yesterday off. It’s harder and harder to get over there with life happening. But I know I have to sweat and I am doing my best.
10 pounds to get to my June goal. We are 4 days into the month. I can do this. If I don’t I will not consume a sip of booze 4th of July weekend in OCMD and Wildwood. I have to work for something. And it gets too easy to fall this time of the year for me. I got this so don’t worry. A completely sober Franco is worse than a funeral.
Brandon is 23 today. Holy shit.
So I don’t have a lot to say honestly. I am just doing my thing as best that I can. I will continue to push forward and really try to embrace that small progress is still progress. That it’s the truth and just not a motivational quote. I am remembering why I started and pushing forward.
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