Wedding post-mortem

Wedding stuff is over. I made it through, but left my flask in my tuxedo pocket. DRAG.

Election in 26 days. I've set a goal for myself to be 5 pounds lighter than I am now at that time. So, 157.

Losing weight still. Even after all the festivities of the last 5 days, I still managed to lose 1 1/2 pounds over 14 days. Which I should be happy about, but right now I'm going to stay very faithful to diet and exercise to reach my next goal.

2nd long-term goal, to lose 60 pounds overall, should be achieved by Oct. 18. 

BTW, on that day, Oct. 18, I will have been dieting for 11 months. 60 pounds, 11 months = 5.45 pounds per month or about .18 pounds a day or 2.88 ounces per day. That's a deficit of 630 calories a day below maintenance level of caloric intake.

Back to the grind

I'm back. I was gone for about a week, out of town on business. I pretty much ate whatever I wanted during that time...and still managed to lose about a pound.

So I'm pretty happy about that.

I'm tired. Still haven't recovered from being on east coast time.

Wedding is in 5 days. Rehearsal dinner Thurs., Bachelor Party Friday, Wedding Sat.

A full weekend of activites await.

All good things

All good things in the last couple of weeks. I like my new job. It's going really well. I've kept up running about 2 miles a day. Some days I don't run if I don't get home in time, but most days I run 2, or 3 if the mood strikes me.

I expected my weight loss to slow to 1 pound a week, but so far since I've started my new job 21 days ago, I've lost 4 pounds, or around 1 1/3 pounds a week still. I'm at the skinniest I've ever been, as long as I can remember.

I feel healthy. I'm pretty sure I've stopped snoring and I have more energy throughout the day. I also fall right asleep when I go to bed. All in all, all good things.

My best friend is getting married in 15 days, and I'm pretty excited for her. It'll just be good to see her and her husband again after them being gone for such a long time.

Well, that's about it for now. Got a girl you want to set me up with?

New

So I've started my new job. Been there for a week and a half. No walking to work, but I've been running every day, averaging 2 miles a day. I guess that's good.

I've expected my weight loss to slow, so instead of 1 1/2 pounds a week, 1 pound is probably more like it. Guess I'll have to change a little of the counter on the right around.

It's been nice to be partisan again. I'm working for unions, so there's nothing moderate about that. I can be a liberal again, yay!

Rad.

Anyway, I'll keep updating. I'm probably going to change the name of teh blogz. Good stuff?

Golazo, and life changes

So I made it to my first goal yesterday. In total, I've lost 51 pounds since I broke up with the ex.

Today is my second to last day at my job, and I cleaned up my desk. Sad.

I'll only be walking 6 more miles to and from work. After that, it's back into the car for me. Guess I'm going to have to join a gym.

I'm so ready to go. This place depresses me.

Lasts

As I walked to work today, on pretty much the same route I've taken for months and months, I realized that it was the last time I'd have to wake up on a Monday to walk to my job.

The walk was disappointing. Nothing interesting happened, but it was the first day of school for the kids at Dora Moore, on 8th and Corona. I could hear them from a block away, playing, enjoying each others company like 3 months had not passed since they last spend any real time together.

I did get passed by a group of four ladies walking. They were in their late 40s, early 50s, and walking like Banshees must walk when they want to relax. One lady was talking about her most recent bad date with a man who was good-looking, but a "a total dick." She expressed a desire to find "a nice guy."

"Why can't anyone be both?" Her friend asked her.

It was this sort of thing that led me to look at myself in the window at the tattoo shop on 14th and Ogden.

Am I both?, I asked myself.

Closer

Inching my way up to goal, 2 pounds away.

My goal was to initially do it by the time the Democrats invaded Denver. There are nine days until that happens, so it looks like I'm going to make it.

Nothing of note to report walking to and from work. As the summer drags, though, it seems like people on Cap Hill are getting more and more restless, acting a little bit crazier.

I got a new job and I start Aug. 25. That means I won't be walking to work anymore, so the name of this blog is going to have to change. It's okay; it's been more focused on my weight loss lately anyway.

Two pounds to goal, 12 pounds to second goal, 22 pounds to final goal.