Have you ever encountered a “lost weekend” where you knew that you had eaten way too much food? Well that would describe the past few days. I met up with some dear friends in Seattle Washington and proceeded to eat. Beginning on Friday evening and finishing Sunday evening, there was an impressive amount of food consumed. From the Serious Pie that was seriously fantastic, to Ivar’s Seafood buffet, and even Taco Bell. That’s right, Taco Bell. You know that signal, which is sent to your brain from your stomach, telling you when you’ve had enough to eat. I think mine was broken. I didn’t eat until I was sick but I did eat until just this side of sick. It’s funny when I think back on my grandiose plan of weighing in on Tuesday, in order to keep me in check throughout the weekend. That went straight out the window this past weekend. To be perfectly honest, I think that I consumed a weeks worth of calories in less than three full days. Oh well, back into the saddle I go.
To say that I was more than pensive, about getting onto the scale, is surely the understatement of the month but hop on I did. And much to my horror/chagrin/amusement, I gained a whopping 1.2kg. Looking back at my weight loss progress, I’ve spent six weeks moving from 144 to 140, six weeks from 140 to 136 but it has been eleven weeks in going from 136 to 132. If I remember correctly, I spent quite some time around this weight while I was on my way up, so I think my body is used to being here. I’ll call this a plateau of sorts. Since this is a lifestyle, we’ll just take it in stride. My next hurdle will be a two-week holiday in November. I will not be fasting on those two weeks and am ready to pay the price.
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