Week 1: 281
Week 2: 281
Week 3: 275
Week 4: 271
Week 5: 270
Week 6: 273.6
Week 7: 271
Week 8: 269
Woo, and also, hoo.
I'm amazed at how much I must have been eating. I celebrated today with a chinese all-you-can-eat buffet lunch, a rice krispies treat w/coffee...in my cubicle! And a small milkshake and a few of Annie's fries at the mall.
To think I used to eat like that every day. I enjoyed today's pigout, but also am feeling a little ill. That's a good thing, in my book.
In the interest of fuel conservation, those intending to go and see this production are encouraged to instead stay home, wipe a dog's ass with a $10 bill, flush it down the toilet, and spend at least 45 minutes gouging your eyes out with a dull grapefruit spoon.
The play Resisting the Birthmark is a deconstruction from several feminist perspectives of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s frequently taught short story, “The Birthmark” (1843).
(Further quoting from the site is not needed - Reading past that point may induce eye-rolling injury.)
Don't say I'm not doing my part for the environment!
I'll figure out how to put it on the sidebar later, but for now I'm going to display my walks here.
Week 1 06/06/06: 281
Week 2: 281
Week 3: 275
Week 4: 271
Week 5: 270
Week 6: 273.6
Not quitting. Not even thinking about it.
Come see me and my family in the New London Theatre's latest show:
Click here for a map to the theatre.
Tickets are $10 in advance, $12 at the door. Call the number in the picture above, or e-mail kirkbuis@yahoo.com.
Transform the things you can control.
The other things will follow, or not - but don't trick yourself into thinking you're controlling those things.
If you do that, you will lose sight of the true value of the transformations you're making.
Tasha & Annie & I went out for the first yesterday time with my new GPS unit. We had a BLAST! We found a geocache and just "went for it." Pictures to follow.
The thing I like about geocaching is that it's an excuse to get out in the woods without the expectation of camping. My sleep apnea prevents me from enjoying camping trips (I have to have my CPAP machine!) so this is going to be a great addition to my life.
I weighed myself when I got up - I was 3# over last week.
Thinking quickly, I marched in a 4th of July parade for 1 mile in heavy Pirate costume, then weighed myself again.
Down to 270, from 271 last week.
I considered making my 274 the official weight for Tuesday but you know what? The fact that I was able to perform that march, and that my sweat was able to reduce my weight to 270, tells me I'm doing the right thing for myself. So I'll take the 270 and keep doing what I'm doing. I had a few heavy eating days which probably accounts for the scare on first weighing myself, but THE SYSTEM (my body) tells me it can be 270 this week. It can be lower next week.
Roger Ebert, the movie critic I love to hate (no links, not in this post) is seriously ill. Please pray for him and his family.
As soon as he's a little better, God willing, I'll light into his review of Nanny McPhee.