sound the alarms












Is this the peak? Can I let it get worse than this? I guess trying to go to the gym more often didn't work. Gym attendance needs to be maintained and I should really start paying attention to the food I eat. This number is more than troubling.


I don't know what's been going on during the past month. I haven't been visiting the gym. And I've been eating too much food. Hmm...perhaps that's the theme for the past two years? Things got a little out of control this month. I don't like seeing my weight that high after three somewhat consistent months. Let's hope April's renewed attention to gym attendance will help.






I wish I could say this weight was an anomaly for the month of January. It's not. I ordered way too much food. Ate too much food. Take a look at the money I spent on the snacks category from my budget. I did tweak my ankle early in the month and that kept me away from the gym for a few weeks. That's not totally to blame. Warm weather, I need your return!


Things are once again headed in the wrong direction. And, yes, I did try keeping a log of the calories I ingested. It lasted about three weeks. Doing so was TOUGH work. And I'm not sure it helped much. I gave up keeping track in mid-November. Let's just say that my average daily caloric intake is much, much higher than it should be.




I hope these photos suggest I'm back on track. I want to be back on track. I think the solution to the cookie problem is to not have cookies in the house. Imagine that!


I guess September wasn't so good. It's very likely I was buying and eating a lot of cookies around the time this photo was taken.


I don't know if this is really representative of the month. I think this is more of a fluctuation and not a suggestion of actual weight loss.


Interesting. About five pounds in a month. That's a pace I could get used to. I'm not sure what I did differently between June and July. I think the addition of push-ups and sit-ups to my wake up routine has been a definite plus. Basically, I need to trudge forward and make sure I keep going to the gym 4-5 days a week.


After watching what I ate for the next 24 hours, my weight was down on June 17th. It was back up two days later. This is probably the more accurate number. There's still quite a bit of fluctuation. It's the evil, evil cookies. I'm sure of it.






















There's no explanation for the weight increase.

Maybe this is the accurate number? I swear this is water weight.

This number represents body fat as measured by "the scale."
If a conversation turns a certain direction at a party and I've had the right amount of drinks I mention how I dropped 35 pounds over the course of eight months before my first year of college. I became rather obsessive about the food and exercise aspects of how I did this.
I stopped drinking sugar-laden beverages. I stopped eating bread. I stopped eating cookies and all related junk foods. I ate much smaller portions during mealtimes.
I exercised every evening for sixty to ninety minutes, six days per week. Every day included:
twenty minutes of climbing up and down the basement stairs
twenty to thirty minutes on an exercise bike
300 crunches
300 push-ups
Every other day I found myself mixing in resistance training on a resistance-type weight bench, working my arms, upper body and legs.
This program started on December 23, 1991. I recall weighing 205 pounds.
The music I listened to would alternate between Pearl Jam's Ten and Red Hot Chili Pepper's Blood Sugar Sex Magic. I managed to follow this routine, with one addition, until I left for college. Once high school ended, I began practicing every morning with the swim team of my local pool. Also, my workouts switched to the middle of the afternoon.
I continued to work out with a similar routine, minus the swimming, during the first month or two of college. I usually woke early and went to the gym. By the time I'd stopped exercising on a regular basis, I remember weighing 167 pounds. At some point in October or November of 1992 I rekindled my love affair with Mr. Pibb and discovered a new passion in pre-bagged, convenience store popcorn.
Some variation of this story seems to spew forth from my lips every six months or so. Lately, I've thought about that weight loss period more frequently. The time for me to stop talking about being in shape and start changing my body has arrived.
I moved to New York in early August, 1996. I weighed just north of 200 pounds, probably 210. I'd spent various periods of time during college re-visiting the gym, but never more than two or three months at a time. The same pattern continued after college, and I packed on more pounds. I now weigh close to 250 pounds.
I want to go back to weighing 170. I realize losing eighty pounds is a ridiculous goal, but I'm going to stick with the old Air Force slogan and "aim high" - err, low. And, thus, the birth of PROJECT 80.

(but is it precise?)