I don’t really know where to start this week. I had fun on 4th of July weekend. There was drinking of sugary girly drinks, lots of potato chips and dip and excess. I had a great time in OCMD. I was supposed to stay at the shore till Tuesday morning and on Monday morning came home so I could get a training session and boot camp in because I knew the excess would catch up to me. And then I proceeded to do 2 a days all week. And got on the scale, I knew it wasn’t going to be great but I really didn’t think I was going to gain a pound. And that was my Thursday. Gained a pound. I got on the scale today, Friday and magically gained 2 more. Do you know what’s fucked up about that? I was a saint yesterday. Barely hit my calories. Ate two servings of ground turkey and didn’t eat after 7pm. That was the hardest part. I actually went to bed at 11:30 because I knew if I stayed up any longer that I’d be in trouble.
So here I am today back at 312lbs. 12 pounds to go from that goal of my dreams. I’ve been trying to get there since April. Honestly, What the fuck am I doing wrong. I am in the gym every day. I am not perfect with my eating but I am not crazy either.
Well Doc (my trainer) doesn’t want me to eat after 7pm. So I will try that. He thinks the weight will pour off me if I can get a handle on that. So I’ll do my best to try that. Not easy with my schedule.
I am going to get on that helicopter this summer. Somehow, someway I will not be stopped. I don’t want to over do the workouts and workout too much. But I will find the balance that works for me.
I am sorry that I can’t be any more poetic this week.
I’ll do better. I won’t give up and I’ll never give you excuse. I can do better and I will.
Thanks for reading.