Things have not been easy for me the last few weeks. From bus strikes and finicky bikes to random pains and cuts and scrapes, the month of July has been a hodge-podge of crappy moments somehow building upon each other into a crescendo of low-rent misery and frustration. That would be the best way to describe the days since my last posting.
The week began with a bad omen, as I had my first real crash on my bike. I hit a bad piece of asphalt shortly after I finished my last entry here, and took a tumble, scraping up my arm pretty good in the process. But I couldn’t let a little thing like bleeding get in the way, so I pressed on and headed to the gym. When I arrived, I found out my membership had not yet expired, a small beacon of hope at this point. As I went to the locker room however, that light was quickly diffused as I realized that I had forgotten to put my lock in my new backpack, and I wouldn’t be able to get in my workout that day. Since my arm was starting to throb, it was probably a good idea anyway.
Avoiding discouragement, I decided to get my workout in on the bike, running errands and taking a ride through the neighborhood I grew up in. It was a fun trek down memory lane, and I eventually made it home. But then I decided to go back out to dinner and had KFC, which was really good. But it was on the way back home from there that my bike was introduced to a big nail in the road, ironically enough just a few feet from my earlier crash. And of course it had to be in the back tire, making it that much tougher to replace the tube. So that was Tuesday.
My bike was out of commission on Wednesday, but other than that , the day went well. I hit the gym, made it to work, and for the most part had a good day. Then came Thursday, and a seemingly innocent trip to Tommy’s became a recipe for disaster. I decided to order a chili dog, which I had never had from them, and as the afternoon headed into the evening, it was obvious that something wasn’t right. My stomach was churning, body starting to ache, and it was only getting worse. Then the back pain started, and I spent half the night on the bathroom floor, praying to the porcelain god, and throwing gas pills and Alka-Seltzer at my war zone to no avail. Friday and Saturday would be spent in a state of nagging pain, not as bad as Thursday, but still an obvious issue. No exercise, not much physical activity, and not much eating.
By Sunday I was well enough to get back on the bike. I headed to Wal-Mart and bought a last resort for my stomach, antacid. Fortunately for me, either the problem worked its way out of my system, or the last resort worked, and by Monday I was back at 100%. Yesterday I hit the gym, and the bike, and work. I’ll do the same today.
So you can see that this probably took a toll on my weight. Until this morning I had actually gone up for the week. Fortunately, when the numbers came back today, I had actually managed to lose 2 pounds, despite the lack of exercise for 3 days and no gym for 4. Even 3 trips to fast food outlets didn’t stop me in the end, though I will probably avoid Tommy’s chili dogs for a long, long time.
I’m now into the single digits, just over 6 pounds away from the century mark, and less than 10 away from being under 200. I fell just short of my March numbers, but still beat April, May, and June. Two weeks away…wow.
WEIGHT TRACKER 2007
Weight On Jan. 02: 303.2 lbs
Weight On Feb. 06: 275.5 lbs
Weight On Mar. 06: 260.2 lbs
Weight On Apr. 03: 251.2 lbs
Weight On May 01: 240.2 lbs
Weight On June 05: 232.0 lbs
Weight On July 03: 222.2 lbs
Weight On July 10: 219.0 lbs
Weight On July 17: 216.0 lbs
Weight On July 24: 211.4 lbs
Weight On July 31: 209.4 lbs
Weight Lost In ‘07: 93.8 lbs