Well, we'd better get on with the show.
I'm getting sick of using this graphic. Anyone want to create a better scale with a question mark on it for me?
If you recall, the loss of my grandmother prevented me from weighing in last week. It also kept me from exercising and eating well for almost a week. I'm not big into making excuses; they don't help me achieve my goals. With those things in mind, here are my weigh-in results:
Okay. 277.9. That's a two-week gain of 3.9 pounds. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was a little disappointed, but I was expecting a gain. I'll take it (for now). I'm determined to turn the scale back around next week. For the record, this is what happens when I have an excuse not to monitor what I put in my body even for a short period of time. No wonder I gained 70 pounds in college.
One more thing. I've been looking for a new cardio activity. I think I'll try this:
Tom Hanks eat your heart out. I wonder if Claire will let me buy a giant piano and put it in the living room. By the way, who claps along with the music in the middle of Tocatta and Fugue? Ugh, I hate it when people do that.
Here's to losing the weight I gained since my last weigh-in. With or without playing Bach with my feet.