It's been another week. My birthday came and went. A job interview came and went, and so did the phone call telling me I didn't get the job. I've been having a really hard time with the whole losing my job thing. I haven't been binging, I've just upped the snacking and lowered the exercise. My back is still in pretty rough shape and I just want it to feel better. I have had some victories, however. I went to the Minneapolis Pride Festival and refrained from buying any gross fair food. I convinced my lovely wife, Claire, to bike to the gym with me instead of driving. And I bicycle commuted into work today.
Let's get to that damn scale.
8'hh2. Oh man, not 8'hh2. Wait... turn your head 244.8. Alright, that's not bad. I came down .7 pounds. At least I didn't gain weight like I thought I did.
This coming week is my last week teaching music at my current job. My priority will be finding a job. Hopefully, wallowing in self pity will be much, much farther down the list.