Weigh-in this morning: 225.0 pounds.
That puts me at my first weight goal. It also means I’m at my 5% mark for Weight Watchers. That’s a total of 20.4 pounds lost since we started on April 22. Eleven weeks. That’s 1.85 pounds a week. I attribute a BIG chunk of it to the running for which I’ve recently gained a new-found love.
New weight goal set to 195. This round will be adding weight training on days opposite my running.
I’ve got a new friend from NerdFitness Academy who is moving to town in the next couple of months while his girlfriend gets her PharmD at OSU. He’s gonna help me learn what to do in the gym, so I don’t look like a total tool while I’m there. He’s awesome. And he’s a challenge. Straight bears are …. *SIGH* and straight muscle bears are even worse.
My lowest weight since about 2005, when we were on Weight Watchers in El Cerrito, was 195. I’ve been over 225 since then. I hit 225 last year in October, but I lost motivation and ballooned back up to 240. Thirty more pounds, and I’ll be at my lowest point since 2005. A hundred and ninety-five pounds of prime furry, muscley beef? What’s not to love?
My big “cheat meal” is tomorrow, but I’m gonna hopefully cheat good. Chicken, maybe Thug Kitchen‘s potato salad (with no mayo! It’s AWESOME!), not a lot of crap foods. I may even give the StrongLifts app a chance and hit a gym, just to start my strength training. I’m also starting a new week (Week 5) on C25K, which in itself is a brand new milestone for me. I usually quit on week 4, so we’ll see what kind of ass-kicking I can do to week five.
I’m going to crush the hell out of this, and I’m gonna end up being a hot musclebear in the process. I’ve got a lot more fat to make cry.