100 Days

Ther wasn't a whole lot that went on today, so let's go back to Monday.

Finally, I got in the gym. I had a pretty sweet workout, too. I did the basic upper body work and got on the elliptical for about 33 minutes and burned 600 calories. After the workout, I weighed in at 283.6 pounds, about 1.5 pounds less than last week.

So that means that I got through the workoutless week losing more than a pound. I can be happy with that. A little over two weeks remain until I go back home and I have just over 13 pounds to lose. So this will be an interesting time for me. Will I buck up and get it done? Or will I be happy losing just a few more pounds and going home around 275 or 280? That's going to be interesting.

I'm not sure what the consequences for going home at 277 would be as opposed to 270. Would those seven pounds really make a big difference? I doubt they would. But then, wouldn't there be a certain amount of pride in being able to tell people I lost 100 pounds since they last saw me? Sure 93 would be impressive, but 100 is a sweet, sweet number.

Finally, though, I am almost looking forward to a plane ride. Usually around this time I would be worried that the seatbelt might not fit (I've had some close calls before). But now, I'm pretty sure I'll be comfortable enough. Also, there is a good chance I won't spill over onto the guy sitting next to me. That's always good. I always felt sorry for the people who had to sit next to me on a plane. I mean, I wouldn't want to sit next to a guy my size. Actually, I still wouldn't want to sit next to a guy my size.

But while that poor sucker next to me on this trip is cursing me out in his head, he won't have any clue how bad it really could have been.