This post did not get written yesterday, because yesterday I opened my eyes, turned my head to the right, saw my alarm clock, and realized that, had I woken up on time, I would have been at work for forty-one minutes already. Suffice to say, in my mad dash to shower and dress, I neglected to jump on the scale to check my weight.
I did this morning, however.
This is a pound up from last week, and very disappointing since my goal remains 229 by October 5th. Basically, I need to lose eight pounds in two weeks.
I’ve been watching what I eat. I’ve been exercising. But the fact is, I haven’t been watching what I eat as much as I should’ve been. And I’ve missed opportunities to walk or go to the gym, opportunities I should’ve taken.
In good news, I just got back from the first real physical I’ve had in probably close to – or exceeding – a decade. Got my blood pressure taken, my knees tapped, and a Tetanus shot. The Doc proclaimed me in excellent health, and encouraged me to continue losing weight. I am, sadly, retaining a bit of moisture in my ankles and need to keep an eye on my sodium content. But, live without salt? How is that even possible?