Who's a Fat Bastard - The proof is in the pudding,

March 8, 2015

Sunset at Como Lake

      Get behind three days on the blog and writing it becomes much more challenging. Not the writing part. The actual typing part. I have improved greatly from where I started more than 290 posts ago. It's still nothing to write home about.  That's not what I'm talking about. I really struggled with remembering what I did and on what days I did them. I need to get back on the plan. It was weigh Day as well. Not happy about that either. Time for a reset!
      I spent most of the day catching up on the blog. At one point I stopped and went down to the green Room to do my workout. I am still having the shoulder issue but I toughed it out, halfway out at any rate. By the time I got ten sets of my floor exercises done my right shoulder was on fire. I moved on to the 200 One Stair Steps and then rode the Iron Maiden for another episode of Lilyhammer. That's 42 minutes. I'm getting near the end of the second season and really enjoying it. I'm fighting the urge to sit in front of the TV all night watching episode after episode. One at a time on the Maiden, that's the deal!
      I spent most of last week pretending that all the crap I was putting in my mouth was okay. I will post the picture later. It's so easy to slip into denial. A cup full of trail mix here a giant Pizza there. Next thing you know...... Fat Bastard. I am really disappointed in myself. I worked so hard to lose the weight, especially the last five or six pounds and in one week of sloppy living, of going back to the old habits and lifestyle and " They're Baaaaaack!" I'm back on the straight and narrow now but so disappointed in myself.

A gain of six pounds, Whaaaaaa

      In the past I would have given up. I would tell myself that that's still forty pounds down from where I started, but that's not the point. I was feeling so good about the changes I made in my lifestyle and I have to be careful not to throw the baby out with the bathwater. It would be easy to just say screw it and eat whatever I want. But I just bought a new pair of pants! Waist size 42. That's eight inches smaller than when I started. I'll be pissed if I can't get into them! I need them for work at the Convention Centre on Wednesday. 

      I'm not writing this looking for sympathy. I'm not trying to elicit comments about how it's okay every once in a while, because it's not okay. Not for me anyway. On my last Weigh Day I broke the 280 pound barrier and used that as a signal to backslide. Perhaps it was the fear of slipping into my Speedo at 275 pounds that triggered my gluttonous actions. It doesn't matter because the proof is in the pudding, or would be if I hadn't eaten it!

      The lovely Lisa had a 1:15 wake up call and with the changing of the clock back to standard time the day disappeared in a flash. About 2:00 I made salami and eggs for the lovely Lisa and I. 

I was a little late with the camera.

Fried salami for breakfast you say? I first had it in Winnipeg and it is delicious. After blunch the lovely Lisa went to the Stupor Store to do some shopping for work and I went to see Mama Lee and reset her clocks. Besides her phone, which she wears on a lanyard around her neck and always has the correct time, she has five other time pieces, all showing different times. I reset them all to the same time and spent about forty minutes with her. We sat out in the courtyard at her place enjoying the sunshine and listening to CBC on the radio. 

      I stopped in at Cheap Thrills for some veggies for tonight's dinner. We had a couple of pork tenderloins in the fridge that needed to be eaten. With all the company we have had we have eaten out four times this weekend. That's a lot even for us. 

      The lovely Lisa seared the pork and put them in the oven to finish while I made us a Squatch Salad 

Little gem multicoloured potatoes 

and sauteed zucchini. 

We were done eating and the lovely Lisa was in bed by 6:30. 

Dinner Para Mi

She needs to be up at 1:15 for work. The good thing about being back on the right time is it is daylight until nearly 8:00. I packed up the Rat dogs and headed over to Como Lake for an after dinner walk. 

Como Lake at dusk

That will let the lovely Lisa get a head start on sleeping. The Rat dogs, Nutmeg in particular, will whine and scratch on the bedroom door if I leave them there. 

"Get moving ya Fat Bastard!"

We did a couple of turns around the lake. The Rat dogs giving the Canada Geese a wide berth. 

Back early and fully loaded

Elvis has been beaten up by them a couple of times. Nutmeg just likes to roll in their poop. We stayed at the lake till the sun went down and then made our way home. 

I was in bed by midnight and asleep in minutes. I just got a new phone and don't know how to use it. The alarm went off and I sprung out of bed, pulling on my pants as I went. I had Papa Squatch Dayscare tomorrow so I had set my alarm for 7:30. I flipped the kettle on for a cup of insta Joe and looked out the kitchen window at the darkness. Darkness? I looked at the clock on the stove, 2:27 a.m. Stupid phone. I went back to bed. When the alarm went off in the morning I was up and sitting at the keyboard writing this and drinking a cup of Joe. Christian was dropping the kids off at 8:00. I should have checked my messages. There was a text from Christian saying he was off work today and would be taking care of the kids. I could have been still in bed! Not really. I had already seen the sun. I have a busy day ahead starting with a workout. I was planning on taking the Grandkids and the Rat dogs with me into town today. The Grandkids are on spring break and I was going into Kitsilano so I thought we would go to the beach for a picnic lunch. No longer an issue so I'll do my workout first.

That's all I've got

Till Next time

Peace out Y'all

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