My wife, on the other hand, has been a workout machine. She puts in a good 5 or 6 days of working out every single week. I honestly feel that if she wasn’t so into the fitness thing right now I would probably weigh 280 or something. The good folks at McDonalds and Burger King still haven’t had my business for over 3 years now and they can thank her for that.

This is all to say that I have not fallen into some pit of dispair and gained back all the weight. I’ve got a partner who helps me stay accountable even when I’ve lost all my motivation to do any physical activity whatsoever.

Started off the week really good with a lift on Monday a run on Tuesday and another lift on Wednesday. The problem was that this was it for the week.

I’ve noticed that I usually eat a lot more on the days that I do workout so the whole thing is pretty counter productive.

If nothing else, I’ve learned that I’m pretty good at maintaining. No matter how much or little I workout I’m usually good at staying around 250 pounds.

I just checked out my little dashboard here and it turns out this is my 1000th post. I really should have been done with this by now.

Didn’t accomplish much of anything this week. I only went for one lift and that was half hearted at best.

I’m thinking about getting back into running. Maybe a 5k or two. Something that will motivate me to actually put in a full week of working out.

Zero exercise of any kind this week.

My weight was really weird this time. For some reason I weighed 245 almost every day and even hit 244 on Thursday. On Friday I went out of town for 24 hours. After eating out three times this is the result.

In the end I guess I got what I deserved.

This week I lifted two days as usual. In addition I spent two days playing tennis.

Even with the extra workouts I still managed to gain weight. I guess that proves that I eat more than I need when I workout more.

I had no idea how hard this would be at this point. Losing these last 50 pounds is going to be MUCH harder then losing the first 100. It’s been well over a year since I first lost 100 pounds. The fact that I’ve kept that off is something that I’m proud of. The fact that haven’t lost any additional weight is still frustrating though. There’s not much joy in maintaining when I’ve still got so far to go.

It’s pretty obvious that I’ve got to either get back to six days of working out a week or clamp down hard on my diet. Or some combination of the two. Otherwise, I’m going to continue to be frustrated every Sunday.

That sucked.

The streak is over. I gained 3 pounds this week.

Workouts were the same as always. Two lifts and no cardio. My wife is trying hard to get me to get back to doing cardio on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I really should.

Other then eating more then I should I think the big problem this week was lack of sleep. All month I’ve been getting 8 or 9 hours. This week I got 5 or 6. If I get back to a normal schedule I think I’ll get back to where I was pretty soon.

Two lifts and no cardio this week.

I haven’t done a full 6 day workout week all month. Even so I lost five months along the way.

Workouts were still rare this week. Two lifts and zero cardio. Mondays lift involved 20 rep sets of squats. I was extremely sore until Thursday when I gritted my teeth and hit the weights again.

I guess this is proof that you can still lose weight with basically diet alone.

Hard to be disappointed with anything really. I’ve been consistently losing weight for a while now. I am at the lowest weight I’ve been at since October. Maybe my days in the 250’s are over? We’ll see. If I can get into the low 240’s sometime soon I’ll be really happy.

Workouts are still hit or miss. I lifted twice and went swimming once.

It’s extremely difficult to get motivated to go to the gym. I’m at the point now where I feel pretty good about how I look. I realize that I can still afford to lose at least 30 pounds but it’s just not enough to fire me up.

Back in the day I was miserable about my appearance and that really got me out of bed in the morning. Now, well, not so much. Three years of obsessing about something will do that to you. Now it just feels like nitpicking. If my current weight is as low as it goes then I’ll be OK.

I’ve accomplished the vast majority of what I want. I can walk into any department store in America and know that my size will be sitting on the rack. I can walk outside in the summer and know that my shirt won’t be drenched with sweat. I can sit in my chair and know that my breathing won’t be labored. I don’t feel self conscious when I’m in a group of people. I’ve stopped the annoying habit of readjusting my shirt every five minutes. I could go on and on but you get the point. Losing 100 pounds eliminated 99% of the problems I had associated with my weight.

I’m not sure how to snap out of this. I’d like to get back to lifting three days a week with some cardio in between. Now that it’s warming up I might get back into running. Maybe another race would give me a reason to stick to a schedule. I’m not going to quit this thing altogether so I’ve got to figure something out.

Absolutely no workouts since I got home. I had one of my wisdom teeth taken out two days ago. Because of all the pills I had to take the dentist expressly forbid me from working out.

I hope to get back to the gym this week and get back into the 240’s by next Sunday.