Oh, Kansas City. You relentless temptress, you. With your seemingly endless ribs and brisket, the gas station and Arthur's place on Brooklyn, you just don't quit smoking. Ever. Please keep it that way.
Last weekend took me to one of my favorite culinary destinations and I was not disappointed. Well, not much anyway. Low carb, high protein, lots of veggies, and a bunch of it. Ribs and brisket for lunch AND dinner at two of my faves, a one-day feast made for a king, or someone who is not trying to drop weight. I kept it real, but cramming it all into 12 hours was not a good idea. I gotta learn restraint. But damn, it was delicious, and not a bit of bread or grain was consumed, other than the oatmeal I had for breakfast to do its job.
Outside of one day where I destroyed the wagon, I managed to keep the last week on track, light exercise on the knee, but no cycling since KC. My bike is fubar and I cannot coast, so I have it in the shop. I'm sticking with the band therapy daily and there has been a marked difference in how my knee feels overall. The cortisone shot did its job and has made it possible for me to move the joint without pain. I still feel a little bit while descending stairs or ramps, but I can walk for more than a mile now which is great considering the size of most American airports.
I also had minor surgery on my right middle finger after taking a nice 8mm sliver while doing some woodworking. It's hampered my ability to lift/twist/grip much more than I can with three fingers on the hand doing all the work with the strongest one out of action. Let's just say I've been careful...
My first Goal Date is tomorrow and I am close, but I will probably fall just short. I cannot fret over falling short if I have tried my best. I know I can do better but this is the first step. I expected to struggle with my commitment, but did not. Since I had eight hours to really think about my life while waiting for a plane in Chicago on August 3, I have lost 18 pounds and two inches off my waist (based on my measurements the next morning and those of today). I am one pound shy of the goal I set that day while walking around each concourse while thunderstorms raged around the airport and my aching knee wailed at me with most every step. I was punishing myself into submission to making the commitment to doing it. The impetus was a revealing conversation with a friend a few nights earlier that shook me to my very core.
Stats 9/29:
Weight: 277 (two shy of 9/30 Goal of 275, BUT minus -1 for the week---briiiisket and riiiibbs)
Waist: 42 (9/30 Goal reached)
BP: 129/81 (taken Tuesday 9/26 8am, best since December 2011, no meds, goal reached with low carb and lean protein diet and increased exercise)
Mood: Resting, frustrated with hand injury. Enjoying a lot of reading and planning. Better.
Sleep: Average 7.1 hrs on CPAP this week. Goal is 7-8 hours.
Challenge result: Success. I helped a very old lady with her bags getting off the plane in Kansas City last Friday night. YOU?
New Goals to be reached by 12/31
Weight: 255 (22 pound loss over 13 weeks)
Waist: 40 or less
BP: 126/80 ( I have physical scheduled for late Dec)
Sleep: Continue to use CPAP at least 7 hours per night when possible.
Exercise: Daily. Talk to personal trainer for program. Incorporate strength training 3 days/wk to go with daily aerobic. GO TO THE GYM.
Mood: TBD. It will be the end of a long stretch of heavy work and stress. The Food Gauntlet will be brutal. I need to use exercise to counteract it.
Knee: Continued improvement, no pain, strong.
Finger: Totally healed.
Head: Priorities for next few years as retirement approaches (WTF???)
Purchases: Indoor cycling trainer. Bikes repaired.
Challenge for the Weekend: Eat a green thing with every meal.
Cheers!
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