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It's been a rough weekend food-wise. On Friday we dropped a friend of Claire's off about 45 minutes away. We decided to grab dinner before we went back. We found a Mongolian buffet, which, while delicious, was not a good place for me and my unhealthy relationship with food. I did manage to limit my intake. I started with a salad, then had a couple small plates. Still, I felt extremely guilty afterward. I went to the gym that night and ran a treadmill 5k. That made me feel a little better.
The rest of my weekend continued on roughly the same course. We were bad and ordered pizza. We also went to an Oscar party last night. That's right, only people named Oscar were invited. I got there to find a musical theater legend, that guy from the office and a muppet who lives in a trash can.
Anyway, our hostess made turkey burgers and made sure we had healthy options, but the dessert was amazing. I ate way too much.
So that was the cycle of the weekend. Eating things I shouldn't have then kicking my ass at the gym. Let's see if the exercise outweighed the overeating.
Nope. I mean I definitely didn't hurt anything by exercising so much. I no doubt would have posted a gain if not for all the exercise. I'm still frustrated. I want to be losing weight a lot faster than .2 pounds a week. Losses like this make me want to just give up and eat an entire Dairy Queen ice cream cake, but I'm not going to let that happen. I worked very hard this week at the gym and I'm proud of my efforts.
I really needed a victory, so I decided to take measurements and see if there was any progress there. The last time I took measurements was January 28th. The red numbers are changes.
Neck: 17.5" -0.5"
Shoulder: 51" -0"
Bicep: 14" -0"
Chest: 45" -2.5"
Waist: 44.5" -0.5"
Hips: 44.5" -0"
Thigh: 20.5 -2.5"* (New measuring spot)
Calf: 18" -0.0"
So there is progress being made. Sometimes I feel like losing weight is like trying to cook a steak by having a succession of people breathe on it. Nevertheless, I am going to win this war. Two-tenths of a pound at a time if that's what it takes.