Peak: 435 lb
Gain this week: 0.4lb
Total Loss: 88.4lb
Food: 5/7. Exercise: 4/7.
Damn it!¬†Everything was going so well during the week and then¬†BOOM! The weekend!
It was my buddy’s birthday night out and I went down to London to celebrate with him. Not the best “calorie to fun” ratio, but still worth the deviation. I tried drinking less and for most of the day it worked, but it was still more than I’d have liked. I reckon I did myself some favours on the dance floor though, that was a workout! You shoulda seen the shapes I was throwing 😉 Before putting on party pounds, I was a comfortable 4lb down during the week, so really it was a great week and I expect the weight to melt away over the next couple of days.
The friend in question is also the first of my friends to bring up my weight-loss with me. I’m not sure if it’s a man-thing, or a me-thing or just normal for everyone, but talking about my weight is pretty damn taboo. It’s remarkable as we’ve been friends for 20yrs+ that this was the first time. He mentioned how my friends had been concerned about me, and noticed when I was bigger or smaller; there was a little bit of frustration/anger in his tone too, which I guess is understandable (I’d be pretty pissed at him if he was living a destructive lifestyle).
Another interesting moment came up over lunch, when the topic of conversation moved to fitness and going to the gym: my friend threw me a glance as if to say, “Jump in any time Harry!”, and I totally bottled it. I’m not ready to talk about this stuff in public, in front of my friends. I’m sure there will be a time when I am, but not now. Or perhaps I just need to get over it? It’s weird how I can even talk about talking about it with you, a “random stranger in the world”, but not some of my closest friends. I guess it’s inevitable that these conversations are going to happen more often, I need to get used to it sooner or later.
Hmn, there’s no partying scheduled for this week… 7/7? 🙂