For those of you math whizzes, relax and step away from your abacus. As you may have noticed (or didn’t), this is the beginning of my twenty-third week. And since 22 weeks x 2 fast days per week + 1 fast day yesterday = 45 fasting days, you might be asking yourself, “Self, how does this add up to 50 fasting days?”. Good question. To spare you from the drudgery of looking at all of my previous posts and tallying up the days, I’ll tell you. There were some weeks where I indulged in a 4:3 routine. I promise. There is no slight of hand here.
With the air cleared, I’ll tell you about my week. While I was remiss in getting to the gym, I compensated for my non-elliptical days by working for a friend. My task was to revamp his drainage system. I spent an entire week digging trenches, shoveling gravel, laying pipe, filling trenches, and laying sod. This past weeks workouts were better than using the gym but I sure don’t want to that too often; it would be prudent to save these jobs for younger lads.
No change as far as eating goes. It seems as though I am eating too much during feed days but without counting calories, it’s hard to tell. My liquid only fasting days have been largely uneventful. Both Thursday and Monday began with 2 C of black coffee, and Monday afternoon I enjoyed a nice cup of tea with a packet of Splenda.
Sorry, but it took me until the afternoon to be able to weigh in. I’ve had an egg on toast and a cup of coffee for brekky, however, I still lost weight. Huzzah again. I am now an even 132kg. This is a loss of 1.2 kilos since last week and 14.5 kilos total.