No cheeseburgers last week.
You know how those large publicly traded companies like to give “guidance” for their shareholders? Here are some forward looking statements related to the next week or so: We’ll be doing a “trickle move” to a new house, entertaining in-laws, cleaning, etc. Not to mention some stress. In short, it’s not looking good for exercise and/or so-called “eating well.” Feel free to harass me in eight days.
Just keep swimming. And by “swimming,” I of course mean “not eating cheeseburgers.”
Slow and (hopefully) steady.
Finally. I hadn’t realized it’d been a month since I’d seen a change. Hopefully this was the pound and a half that was holding up the works.
Huh. Well, instead of dwelling on the fact that this week was a bagel—again—I thought I’d share a few positives from seven weeks of working out and eating well(er).
So, you know—some pluses.
Oh, and these are staring me in the face as I type:
Send help.
Not my strongest week; there were a few too many treats at church events and home. I shared the guaraná as preemptive punishment, though. So, you know—onward.
I told myself I can have one can of Guaraná Antarctica out of my stash every 10 pounds. Huzzah.
Whoops—forgot to take a photo and post this yesterday. Slow and steady, right?
This is the mind dump of J Maxfield, a former whitewater river guide, bike shop mechanic, and kayak rental dude that now finds himself making a living in loading photos…
